I had a couple of days in there that really sent me reeling through the universe. Luckily, I seemed to have landed on my feet. (I usually do.)
My HCG journey had some AHA... moments along the way. I learned first-hand that STRESS has a HUGE impact on your body! Not that I didn't know this already. I've read about it, wrote about it...researched it...I KNOW that stress is not a good team player.
It was an interesting thing however to see the direct impact of stress. I expected the GAIN to come the next day, but it didn't. In fact, I surprisingly lost weight the next day. Now we aren't just talking everyday stress here. On Tuesday of this past week, my son who is PDD-NOS (a fancy string of letters to identify high functioning autism), attempted/threatened suicide. If that isn't something to send your body's cortisol levels through the roof, I don't know what is.
Fortunately, my son is okay. We've started his Prozac again. I hate the pharmaceutical industry. And I hope we find a natural method to treat his depression and anxiety soon. But for now, Prozac is a lifeboat!
So I fully expected to see the cortisol rush totally annulify my progress. Well, it didn't come immediately as I said. It was a full day later. I gained 1.2 pounds. But worse...in my eyes anyway ... I gained back 3 inches! WOW....that was HUGE to me. I was then depressed the rest of the day. Of course, I have to be honest. I doubt the gain of pounds and inches was the ONLY reason I was feeling depressed. I had certainly had my fill of life's wrinkles this week. It didn't help that my husband's attempts to "support" me was to say "well, everyone gains a couple of pounds every now and then..." Ummmmm.....yeah, not what I needed to hear! He tries...he really does. I have a good husband....we just have a few wrinkles to work through!
It's funny. No, it really is. Life has wrinkles. And I was inspired this morning to change my title from "Life happens..." to "Life has wrinkles..." because my youngest came in this morning with her "treasure" from the allowance run at Walmart last night. She had bought a whoopie cushion, and has delighted in all the blurping flurping noises she could make from this since she got it unwrapped in the car.

So as I "stretched," Carolanne slipped the cushion in my chair. Mind you...and you well know...she thinks that I am not aware of what she is doing. And so...I plop back down in my chair and let the wind out. PFLUuuuuPPPPP. Her HUGE cackle of laughter was well worth the price of stopping what I was doing.
Her observation of the event, "Well you did wrinkle it!" as she picked up the whoopie cushion from the chair became the reminder for me that ....life has WRINKLES ...and sometimes...you just have to find that laughter to help you just let go...
HCG Stats
Okay ...So I haven't posted my stats in a few days. I can tell you that weight loss is not a linear function. This chart is from a couple of days ago. So it's changed since then. All in all I have lost 13 pounds and almost 25 inches since beginning the HCG Protocol. Now mind you, the inches and weight tend to fluctuate so those numbers could change. But by and large, the trend is in a negative slope!
When I saw my doctor this week, I had taken my HCG along with me as I would be at her office at my dosage time. So I had asked her about how I was taking the HCG. I had noted that there were times when it didn't seem like the pump worked. She told me that I needed to make sure that I got a "good pump" each time I dosed the spray. This would really help explain why I might have been having breakthrough hunger pangs. So far in the time since I saw her on Thursday, I have not had the breakthrough hunger signs at all.
A welcomed drop in my stress level came this morning as I was inputting my stats to my spreadsheet that tracks this journey. My Waist-to-Hip ratio has dropped to .848. This number is just squeaking enough under the mark of .85 which marks a high risk for many processes like cardiovascular disease and stroke. My body ration now resides in the Moderate Risk zone. I still have a ways to go as you need to be at .80 or below to have a low risk ... but inch by inch....it's making it's way to the end zone.
I try to keep in perspective that this is a journey. Life has wrinkles...
'Til next time....Edna