3 weeks

Tuesday is my new favorite day of the week. I'm not sure if being excited to get weighed is a normal thing, but when you've made a large commitment to an entire way of eating, it's nice to see the progress. 


To the doctor I went. I am +1 lbs. But, there is good news. The scale printout shows that I have gained 2 lbs of muscle and have lost 2.6 lbs. of fat. The number on the scale doesn't bug me. Of course, it would have been fun to see the number take a nose dive like it has in the last two weeks, but this is still good news. The doctor wanted me to stop losing muscle and to burn fat instead. 


I didn't buy any food products today. I go out of town early Friday morning and have no intention of lugging little cartons of protein shakes with me to my high school reunion. I'll be on real food from Friday-Monday evening. Well, food and vodka. 


I got weighed, bought another bottle of AppTrim (my prescription appetite suppressor) and off I went to face the normal world. My anxiety has leveled off about the weekend. Sure, there's the chance that a few days off the program could reignite my love of carbs and butter, but I'm not at all under the impression that it's okay to go completely off the deep end. 


My best friend (with whom I'll be staying with and spending all of my time with) is well aware of my plan to not pig. Besides, no one goes to Boise, Idaho to eat. New York City? That may call for some severe justification, but there's nothing in Boise that's worth blowing three weeks worth of doing. 


I realized that I could just limit my calorie intake to 800 calories per day, still see the doctor for the weigh-ins, prescription vitamins, appetite suppressors, and general guidelines. I could do that, but I realize that I actually like the shakes. They make life easy. I actually dread having to decide what my meal of the day will be. 


There will be alcohol, there will probably be a post-bar hotdog at one of the various carts downtown. There will possibly be some morsels of dessert. There is also the commitment to totally go back to what's become normal. I look forward to the progress more than I do the time off. 


Look at me, with the spirit of a skinny girl. If only the outside matched. Soon, right?