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HCG FREE!

Okay, I've officially been off the HCG diet for 9 days. And oh what a liberating 9 days it has been! The whole world is full of endless caloric possibilities. In fact, right this minute I am basking in the goodness of cookies for breakfast. So, from the sugar saturated seat I now fill - here is my take on the HCG diet.

The Bad...and The Ugly:
1. Thanks to HCG, I am now hyper aware of how much protein I am NOT eating every day, how much water I am NOT drinking every day, how few fruits and veggies I eat on a regular day and how ridiculous my carb and sugar intakes are. I feel healthier - don't you?

2. Again thanks to HCG, every time I eat something that should fill me with joy, happiness and a positive outlook on life - I get sick. Sometimes I get violently ill...sometimes only a little queasy. But either way, this diet has robbed me of my culinary best friend - sugar! (Yes, I will be paying for my cookies for breakfast soon enough).

3. For me, it was totally beyond not worth it. Extreme starvation promises extreme weight loss - I just starved. I'm still waiting for that promised weight loss.

The Good:
1. Being hyper aware of what is going into my body has made it a lot easier to consistently choose more healthy food and make sure my diet stays more well balanced than before (well, except the occasional slip...like my cookies :)).

2. Even though I lament the loss of my comfort foods - perhaps getting sick when I eat sugar isn't such a bad thing. It is definitely a deterrent.

3. The HCG diet makes exercise look good. It's sad when something is so bad it can make exercise look desirable. But this diet definitely does . I can either starve....or I can eat what I want and exercise. The latter is so much more appealing these days (though...don't be fooled. Just because it SOUNDS more appealing doesn't mean I actually do it.)

But by all means, don't be discouraged by my less than optimistic view. My co-workers seem to have fallen in love with the diet. They are all back on it again. But part of me, though eating cookies for breakfast is not the norm, is grateful that I CAN eat cookies for breakfast if I want them. And that...that is epic.

Comments

Jessica said…
I'm so glad you're done starving yourself! And even more glad if it means you'll start doing Zumba with me! ;)
Baby Sister said…
Well, I'm glad you went through the process for your sake. But I'm with Stewie. I am SO glad you're done. At least you learned a few good things, right? :)
Unknown said…
YAY for cookies! And you should totally start doing Zumba with Jess!

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