Temporary Insanity
So my new diet started yesterday. I spent my weekend stuffing my face full of things I can’t have any time soon. Dinner Friday night was Long John Silver’s. Followed by serious cupcakes. The late night snack consisted of the best m&m blast Sonic ever created. Saturday I enjoyed a meal at Jason’s that pretty much will all now be prohibited: chicken (okay, that’s allowed) with melted cheese and guacamole grilled in a flour tortilla. And chips. Lots of chips. Thanks to an adderall, I didn’t really have the sweet tooth I thought I’d have (but I did clean my entire apartment, so score one for me). That night Sarah and I hit a bar that I enjoy for my last beers and some karaoke. Since I won’t be able to go out drinking for a while, I made sure I enjoyed it. The night ended with a Wendy’s chicken sandwich meal and the remainder of my blast that I’d saved. All in all, a great last weekend of deliciousness.
I started out okay on Sunday. The first three days of my diet are basically a prep phase, where I ready my body to lose weight. There’s a pretty serious Atkins-esque thing for these three days. I had to pick one protein (I picked beef), and basically all I can eat for the first three days are beef and raw salad vegetables. I spent all morning cooking on Saturday so I won’t really need to cook for the rest of the week, so I was set for yesterday. I got up (with a splitting headache and no pain meds in the house) and ate my few ounces of beef. Then I went back to bed. ALL DAY. I didn’t eat my lunch until about 4. More beef. Sliced up in a salad. And an orange (required). Dinner was around 7. Steak. Salad. Orange.
You see, you may think that eating steak for three days sounds awesome, but when you can’t use anything good to marinate the meat and you can’t use any condiments while eating the meat, steak gets a little tedious.
By about 9, the cravings had set in. I was told I’d go through some serious and seriously painful withdrawls from the carbs and caffeine. Part of me didn’t believe the woman. Part of me really thought, “I really don’t eat that many carbs. I should be okay.” Except that for the past two weeks I’ve been scarfing every carb I can get my hand on. If it was sugary, bready, fatty, or delicious, I stuffed myself to the point of bursting with it over the last two weeks. So yeah. By 9:45 I would have killed someone for a cupcake. Or a cigarette. Because once I started craving one thing, I started craving everything I can’t have, and oh my god it hurt so bad. My chest hurt. My head, which had finally become pain-free about 5, was pounding. I am sure that there was a Little with a jackhammer up in my brain last night. I bet it was Dinky. Anyway, the withdrawl was awful and I realized that it’s a good thing I’m not a recovering heroin addict.
My headache has not gone away. While I feel better now than I did this morning (I felt like absolute ass this morning), I’m still a bit light sensitive and my head has a dull, slow, throb going on. I never thought I’d look so forward to a piece of bread as I am right now.
On the plus side, I weighed yesterday morning and I weighed again this morning. If my scale is to be believed, I lost three pounds yesterday. I’m going for my first official weigh in tonight after work, so we’ll see what that scale says. I think I’m gonna pack a change of clothes into my car so that I weigh in the same outfit each time. Anyway, the diet has begun.
Only 40 hours until I can eat chicken. AND BREAD.
Posted by amy t.
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As long as you can eat a few carbs and drink a spot or two of the mead come October, I wish you well. 