So, I'm starting my HCG Diet Protocol this week. I gained 4 pounds after my first Gorge day, I'm planning on doing the same today, and tomorrow I start the Very Low Calorie Diet. Woot woot!
I'm excited about this chance given to me by one of my managers at work. He dropped what looked like 70 pounds last year, and kept it off, doing two rounds of the diet. Good for him, right? He had extra, sees that I'm fat, and says "here, try it." So I am.
I've got some concerns, especially with my diabetes, but like my doctor said, trying the diet and failing can't cause permanent harm, but not losing weight is killing me to the tune of a day per day. I asked him what he meant, and he said "Rich, looking at your weight right now, until you get yourself under 200 pounds, you're paying the price of one less day on this planet per day. So, if you don't lose 70 pounds this year, you're probably going to die a year earlier than if you hadn't lost it.
That's some heavy thinking, no pun intended. I call bullshit, however, because according to his math, I should already be dead, I've been so overweight for my entire life, it should be over by now! But, since I'm still breathing, I guess I can spend some time and effort to losing some of this weight, and perhaps get some of my life back. After all, I'm finding more things to live for every day. Like pasta!
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