I ended the last Plateau Menu period last week at 142.6 - which put me at about 14 pounds to my goal.
I was feeling good.
I was instructed to follow that with a day of just clinic product.
Mind you - on these all-product days, I'm consuming a ridiculously low total of calories: 600-800.
So you can imagine my dismay when I weighed in the following day and discovered that I had gained half a pound.
I expected my weight loss to zig zag - but I also expected more progress than this. And it's especially disappointing when you're really trying.
I mean, I am drinking my coffee black, people. NO LATTES. Do you know how hard that is for me?
The counselor I met with on Friday thought we should relax a little on the weekend; I was to stay on the diet - but I'd be allowed small meals of 3 ounces of protein + 2 cups of lettuce & 1 cup of vegetables. I'm allowed a little fat-free, very low carb dressing.
I was very good on Saturday - but Sunday was OSCAR night. I cooked my family a hearty beef stew - which was tempting. So instead of trying it, I made myself a clinic meal (teeny tiny portion of "spaghetti").
But I'd placed a tray of cut-up vegetables and dip on our coffee table to munch on, and I got into the carrots.
It doesn't sound like a huge digression, does it?
But sure enough, I weighed in on Monday ANOTHER TWO POUNDS HEAVIER.
So after four weeks, I'm still stuck at 17 pounds to target.
My counselor was sympathetic. This is nice, because this is the one with whom I started off with on a bad foot two years ago.
"Let's measure you and see if you're making progress that isn't showing up on the scale," she suggested. And that helped my mood a little.
In the last month, I've lost an inch each from my chest and thigh - and more than three inches from my waistline. So the pounds have to follow, right?
For this week, she's having me try yet another variation of the clinic menu. I'll let you know how that goes.