For shame!

So, just when I thought sticking my finger into some mayo made me officially reach new lows, I was quickly reassured that there are lower points... like when you drive to Taco Bell at 11:30pm on a Monday night because the hunger pangs are so terrible you've begun to cry. The sad part is that after I felt better for finally eating, I was immediately distraught and felt immense guilt. I truly don't understand how people can fast like this without slipping up.

Damn... those tacos look delicious up there. I digress.

Yesterday was a new day though, and I have been on track since, even if the thoughts of food keep dancing around in my mind. My surgeon told me yesterday that the second week was so much easier. I asked him if he's ever done this two week fast. He hasn't; so therefore he's allowed to give me zero advice and/or encouragement about not eating. I did discover that he's a New York Giants fan, so he quickly redeemed himself.

I also find it humanly impossible that I've gained weight - I'm consuming less than 1,000 calories a day, and aside from my late night binge on Monday night, I would assume that I would either stay even keeled or lost at least something. I also take issue with the fact that every scale I step on gives me a different number. How am I supposed to realistically keep track of weight loss if I weigh 267 at home and 270 at the doctor's office?

Whatevs.

Good news though - my size 20 slacks have become officially too damn big to wear out in public, and I have my old favorite grey slacks on that haven't fit in a year. Granted, they are a bit snug, but, they're up, they fit and there's no camel toe - so I call that a win.

Starting weight: 273.4
Today's weight: 267.6
Height: 5'8"
Surgeon's goal: 180
Personal goal: 160