Day 2-3 the Wicked Witch of Withdrawal?

I’d love to regale you with tales of the mayhem causing Detox the Destroyer! My family was on hyper alert and it was obvious that my husband debriefed his little troops in emergency planning. I wouldn’t put it past him to have developed hand signals, secret codes and exit strategies if I were to loose it. I also anticipated and respect the need for a good disaster recovery plan. This isn’t my (our) first time giving up sugar and carbs. It is however the first time it has been done with such abruptness.

I am happy to report that this past weekend was surprisingly, well, not bad. I had a few moments of light headedness, snappiness and a fleeting moment Saturday night where thoughts of how my headboard would taste entered my consciousness. However, no codes against the family emergency plans were called to my knowledge.

It was a bit overwhelming attempting to ingest 9 packets of powdered protein shakes, soups and crunchies things called soy snacks (gross!) AND 48 oz of water AND the minerals AND the Phentermine all at the correct times. Not to mention the 20 grams of veggies and fats! Talk about non stop eating without fulfillment. My world once again felt like it revolved around eating with no guilt and the added bonus of 500 daily bathroom breaks. Spending the day with me is like spending the day with a potty training toddler. All activities must occur within a 50 ft radius of a bathroom. No one said anything about increased expenses for Charmin!