I'm drawing to the close of day #3 of eating lots of fat... and I feel gross! I've gained FIVE POUNDS since Wednesday (it's now Saturday night), and my skin has broken out. Some of the weight is definitely bloat - my husband called me buddha earlier, and not because I'm serene. I'm really thirsty, so some of my fatty-food choices must be high in sodium too.
Overall I'm enjoying eating literally whatever I want for four days. It's like one long, guilt-free last meal on earth. I had almost half a pound of bacon for lunch, with a home-made hash-brown (fried in the bacon fat, of course). Dessert was strawberries with whipped cream, then ice-cream. If I'm ever hungry again, I have ribs in the oven for dinner - they've been slow-cooking since this morning.
My husband gave me my first shot of HCG this morning. I didn't even cry! (It probably helped that it was about 6am and I was still half-asleep). The needle is TINY - it barely even stings going in. About half-way through the shot I started to feel pressure in the muscle, like he was pressing his finger into me, but it didn't hurt. Later I felt like it was a bit bruised at the injection site, and I really felt it when I worked out. Now it's achy when I walk. Perhaps I should have done a light workout, not a Kettlebell marathon!
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