Last Wednesday, I started The Atkins Diet. The plan was to do it for 2 weeks to jumpstart my weight loss and then to gradually add the good carbs back in and go back on weight watchers.
Well, as of this morning, I have lost 8 pounds. In a week.
I’m back to my lowest weight since starting this weight loss journey and honestly, I couldn’t be happier about it. But! (There’s always a “But!”)
I have decided to stop at one week, instead of two. How very flaky of me.
Me? Flakey? How totally not at all shocking!
For one, I’m SICK SICK SICK of eggs. Oh my God. Just saying it makes me want to vomit. Also? I kinda miss pooping. No, no, I TOTALLY miss pooping. Last night, I felt “the urge” and I jumped up, ran to the livingroom and said “Tony! I think I feel a poo coming on! I think I may actually take a dump!”
It was like Christmas in July! “A POO! I GOT A POO!”
Also? I don’t want to deprive my body for too long of the “good” carbs, because I know what happens once I’ll start eating them again. (And I will start eating them again because hello? I’m half mexican and have you ever heard of a little thing called TORTILLAS? Yeah.)
Ah, who am I kidding, I’m quitting because I WANT A BOWL OF CEREAL ALSO? QUITE POSSIBLY A PLUM.
Honestly, I knew going into it that I probably wouldn’t last, but I was so desperate to lose those 8 pounds and now that they are gone, I am SO done with it.
I’m not going to start scarfing down The Carbs now that I’m done with Atkins. I’m still going to stay away from the bad carbs and just add things like fruit and cottage cheese and unsweetened iced green teas from The Bucks. (Have I told you that I’ve been frappicino and also coffee free for over a month? But that now I am addicted to iced green teas? Which, is so much better because a)cheaper b)not sugared up c)better for you. Hurray for breaking addictions only to replace them with new and healthier addictions!)
In other, more exciting news, my daughter has FINALLY started calling me “Mommy.” She’s always called me “Mom.” No matter how many times I’ve begged and pleaded with her to say Mommy. But this week, when I went to pick her up from her crib in the morning, she stretched her hands out and said “Ohhh, Mommy.
And then my heart exploded and I cried.