It was the first weigh-in on the low calorie part of the diet this morning. The verdict? I lost 4.5 pounds! The bad news? That's exactly what I gained from the two fat-loading days.
But what fun days they were! I ate anything I wanted as long as the fat content was high. The irony is that I was craving a piece of fruit or some greens but I went for the double bacon cheeseburger and fries instead. Donuts, cake and Ben and Jerry's were shoved down my throat. I asked the barista at Starbuck's for the fattiest thing on the menu and had it with extra whipped cream. I was feeling sick by the end of the second day. Maybe that's another reason why you're supposed to fat-load. Those apples look damn good the next day.
I can't even count the number of times yesterday that I subconsciously reached for food and caught myself just before it hit my mouth. I walk through the kitchen and my hand just automatically reaches for a couple of oreos or a handful of granola. No wonder the weight has crept back on so easily! I can't imagine how many calories I must have shoveled in without my even thinking about it.
So on to day two! I'm grillin' me an onion...