You know how discouraging it is when you just can't shake those last 5, 7, 10 pounds? Me too. Especially since I haven't been working out, the weight that I'm at looks even heavier because it's not lean muscle. It's fatty fat.
My perfectly fitting jeans are fitting very imperfectly, and I'm always tugging at my clothes so they don't ride up, ride down, get bunched in the wrong places. Such a frustrating place to be in. The biggest problem of it all seems to be my appetite and love of all food/drink. That plus no self control has ground moving effects. Quite literally.
Poor Mr Incredible could hardly stand one more three-lettered question or comment. Clue: ends in t, starts with f and has a vowel in between. And 'fit' is not the correct answer. My poor children, even though they have not expressed in so many (or any at all) words, could barely stand one more day of me jumping for dear life into my jeans, red faced and sweating, and anxiously albeit politely asking them to leave my room so they could not watch in horror the spectacle I was creating.
So I'm taking some very sound advice and trying to go no carb for 2 weeks. 14 days. No big deal. Really what I should be doing is sleeping with a plastic bag over my head. Because that's easy to do for 14 days too.
It's 1pm on my second day of no carbs. I politely declined a Tim Hortons egg, cheese and sausage biscuit and a donut of any sort. And then when I came home shaking from the effects of too much coffee and no carbs (carbs=food) I downed 2 ninety seven percent fat free hot dogs. I was licking the ketchup and mustard off of my plate as fiercely as I would've licked chocolate icing off of an unsuspecting two year old's birthday cake.
It's that bad. But only twelve and a half more days to go.
Have you done any no carbs? How did you survive it?