I've never been a willowy model type and I've come to terms with that. I'm a big girl at the best of times. I'm vertically enhanced and I like to eat. I like the term "brick house" because you wouldn't want to crash your car into me--the car would sustain serious damage. But there comes a point where "brick house" turns to "blubber house" even on my elongated bod. I'm leaving in exactly four weeks for Vegas to celebrate my 49th birthday and I don't want to go looking like this:
So it's time for some drastic action. I'm starting a round of HCG. I've done the fun part and fat-loaded for two days. Now I start the detox. In 21 days my system will be cleansed of those nasty carb cravings and I'm hoping to be at least 15 pounds lighter. (Last time I did this I lost 20 so I think 15 is a very reasonable hope.) I won't be fitting into my skinniest jeans but I hope to be less float-worthy. To keep myself accountable I will post my weight loss (or gain) daily. For any of you who give a shit. Bring on the apples and chicken!