The good news is that so far, all of the tests my doctor has run on me have come back fine, so a lot of scary things that could possibly cause nausea and stomach cramping have been ruled out. And honestly, I am feeling a ton better than I did over two months ago when I first became sick.
I’ve also gained my weight back… which is a good thing.
See, at the beginning of all this, I had lost six pounds in only a week, which was a weight-loss that made my doctor nervous. And so, to find out if I was losing weight due to the illness or just because I didn’t feel like eating, I forced myself to eat more regular and normal.
And much to my happiness, it worked.
But I had not taken one very important fact into account… I had been fitted for my beautiful, oh-so-perfect maid-of-honor dress just after I lost those six pounds.
And now I was back to my normal weight. Which meant the dress no longer fit. And I discovered this two days ago.
The wedding is Friday.
Yes, my cat’s worried face says it all.
Okay, okay, so I suppose I shouldn’t be too overly dramatic here. The dress still really did fit. But I couldn’t exactly breathe while wearing it. And trust me, breathing really isn’t over-rated at all. Especially when you plan on dancing… and eating… and giving a toast in front of a hundred and fifty people.
And so, for the past few days, I have been on a diet of fruit, roasted veggies, salad, and wheat pasta. Nothing but very simple foods, exercise, and water. And honestly, this wouldn’t have been so hard had my hubby not made an amazing pot of macaroni and cheese the other night. I could smell the cheesey-garlic sauce, while munching on my apple slices.
So not fair.
Anyway, I realized, once and for all, why I don’t believe in dieting. First of all, it leaves you hungry. And once you know you can’t have anything, you want it more than anything else.
Today, someone at work was eating fried chicken. The tantalizing aroma made me want to run through the office, yelling like a wild woman.
Normally, I’d just think, “Hmmm, that smells good” and then go on with my day. But today, I wanted to throw myself onto the person, only to run away waving their chicken leg in triumph.
Because I knew I couldn’t have it, I wanted it. Badly.
Thankfully, tomorrow is my last day of this crazy diet. And as of tonight, the dress fits much more comfortably. So I think the disaster has been averted.
And I can tell you, that I will never again go on a diet. Because, wow, it’s rough… and so not worth it!