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** Day Four
I woke up and had my usual coffee and my usual morning trip to the bathroom. There was nothing unusual. When finished, I joked with my husband that I needed more fat in my diet. Right.
Then one hour later, the urge to return to the washroom came back around. I was happy. That must have meant the Alli was working. I went to the bathroom and eventually got up from the toilet, taking a sneak peek in and nearly letting out a blood-curdling scream. ‘Wow!’ The Alli diet pill is *definitely* working now!’
Later that day, after a trip to the gym, I had pasta with tofu and broccoli, at which time I chugged down a pill. I was getting into the swing of this!
I didn’t have much of a dinner, simply some chicken noodle soup from the Chinese food restaurant, but I doubt if the meal had much fat in it. Then again, the soup didn’t come with a nutrition label. I swallowed a pill anyway.
** Day Six
I took my pill as usual, but no “spotty” moments inside or outside of the bathroom. I was especially nervous because today was workout day and I didn’t want to get “caught” at the gym if I had to make an emergency dash to the restroom.
For lunch, I had a salad with cubed salami meats and cheese (hello, fat!). And for dinner, I had spinach and greens mixed with corned beef.
Later, I had a sweet tooth that I couldn’t shake, so I marched to the fridge to see if I had any low-fat, Jell-O chocolate pudding snacks left. There was one, indeed. Then I suddenly remembered that I had lemon cookies left from last week. Even better. I ate the lemon cookies then heard my digestive tract processing its daily food contents–followed by a SUDDEN URGE TO HEAD STRAIGHT FOR THE TOILET. This bathroom visit was unlike any other. The Alli was certainly blocking the fat in my food!
I must say, though, that my favorite pair of jeans don’t feel as tight as they did last week. But then again, that could just be because I *want* Alli to work. When my jeans no longer create a “muffin top,” then I’ll be sure.
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