Favorite Passtime - BOOK STORE WANDERING.
Those unfamiliar with my character, who make the mistake of allowing me to enter a large book store, soon discover the truth. I get lost. Completely.
I love the smell of books. New, old, lines and lines of them on shelves. Each one is a communication from a stranger. Information. Adventure. Some take on the world that's unique.
I love fiction, adventure, suspense, documentary, reference, books about stars and
Well - the last injection came and went. I recorded my LIW and started the final lap towards P3.....
I think I'm having withdrawl symptoms from HCG. Checked online for info. Nothing so far.
Symptoms:
1. A bit depressed (no reason and no history of depression)
2. Fatigue (instead of the energy I had on HCG)
3. Sore muscles. As in "someone took a jackhammer to my insides while I was sleeping".
4. Stomach stress with slight naseau
Has anyone noticed fat loss in their feet at the end of P2?
I didn't even think foot weight loss was possible. Shocked. Amazed. Curious if anyone else has seen this.
My feet started growing fatter in my early 30's - with only minimal weight loss. Tried everything back then to get them back to normal - massage therapy, soaks, special creams. I just figured the fatty tissue on the top was a result of age and gravity.
Last week - it changed.
Last Wednesday I stepped on the scale to my delight saw 176lbs. Coming from 200 just a few weeks ago - well, I nearly cried with happiness.
The next day the same scale - unaltered - showed 179.9. CRAP. Nothing eaten off protocol. Body didn't feel any larger. No bloat. No TOM.
I held that 179 (up and down from .1 to .9) til Monday morning. BUT my body is just getting smaller. A little bit every day. Doesn't matter what the scale says - my clothes are saying other things.
It started with a roll over in the morning.
Me - rolling over in bed.
I felt something was wrong. In those dozy moments just before waking up though - I couldn't figure it out. Had I fallen asleep on the book I was reading last night? Was there something in my cushy matress that shouldn't be there? A broken spring maybe?
Whatever it was, it had to go.
As my mind was coming to and the world began to focus, I reached under my side to
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