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That could have gone better.
Mar. 6th, 2011 04:52 amThis was the first major set back on the new diet.
Most days, I'm getting ten to fifteen grams of fat a day, comfortably under the twenty I'm targeting. And aside from "God an In and Out animal style would be AWESOME" once in a while, it doesn't feel like deprivation or torture. I get hungry every three or four hours, and if I don't watch myself I get dizzy and hypoglycaemic, but that's the worst of it.
Tonight (....last night) I couldn't sleep. And I was cold, which is no longer that unusual. And at about two-thirty I started getting hungry too. I started reading Seanan McGuire's October Daye book (which is pretty awesome so far and tastes like San Francisco a lot like Dirty Job did), because reading usually makes me sleepy. But I just got hungrier and then I started getting shaky.
So around three-thirty I snuck downstairs. I had a yogurt--a touch of fat, and usually that's about what I have for first breakfast. Nope, still starving and shaky. I had pickles. An orange. The last of the lovely fat-free coconut water lemon sorbet. Now I was starting to feel bloated, cold, hungry, and shaky.
Finally, I burrowed under the collection of crap on top of the refrigerator and fished out the remnants of the bag of buffalo bleu cheese crisps that I'd stashed up there and left hidden when I found out about my broken GI tract and dragged it back to my room and ate them while I hid under the down comforter.
Now I'm warmer, I'm not hungry, but there are twenty-one hours until the end of the day and I've already had about half my allotment of fat for the day.
It could be a lot worse, but I'd prefer it weren't.
Most days, I'm getting ten to fifteen grams of fat a day, comfortably under the twenty I'm targeting. And aside from "God an In and Out animal style would be AWESOME" once in a while, it doesn't feel like deprivation or torture. I get hungry every three or four hours, and if I don't watch myself I get dizzy and hypoglycaemic, but that's the worst of it.
Tonight (....last night) I couldn't sleep. And I was cold, which is no longer that unusual. And at about two-thirty I started getting hungry too. I started reading Seanan McGuire's October Daye book (which is pretty awesome so far and tastes like San Francisco a lot like Dirty Job did), because reading usually makes me sleepy. But I just got hungrier and then I started getting shaky.
So around three-thirty I snuck downstairs. I had a yogurt--a touch of fat, and usually that's about what I have for first breakfast. Nope, still starving and shaky. I had pickles. An orange. The last of the lovely fat-free coconut water lemon sorbet. Now I was starting to feel bloated, cold, hungry, and shaky.
Finally, I burrowed under the collection of crap on top of the refrigerator and fished out the remnants of the bag of buffalo bleu cheese crisps that I'd stashed up there and left hidden when I found out about my broken GI tract and dragged it back to my room and ate them while I hid under the down comforter.
Now I'm warmer, I'm not hungry, but there are twenty-one hours until the end of the day and I've already had about half my allotment of fat for the day.
It could be a lot worse, but I'd prefer it weren't.