Last night marked the end of Phase 1, and Amy and I marked the occassion with a glass of wine — our first alcohol in two weeks. Either we’ve lost whatever palate we had, or the wine was awful. Either way, we ended up only drinking half a cup each.
The final tally for me: about 10 pounds (OK, 9.6) lost in 2 weeks.
Next is Phase 2 with its gradual reintroduction of yummy, yummy carbs. I enjoyed a slice of whole wheat toast this morning. I feel like a wild man!
Phase 2 isn’t as exciting, and promises only about 1 pound per week, so I figure, if that’s true, I’ll stay on it for another month and shoot for a steady 165.
One minor correction: when I said in the last post that we had more energy, I should have said that we feel less tired. Our energy levels have been slightly lower; Amy reports feeling “depleted,” and I guess I do, too. I hope that on Phase 2, I’ll get back some energy and feel like working out a bit to get rid of the flab.
