It’s day 3 and I’m getting out of bed … I’m half asleep. I go into the bathroom to do, you know, bathroom stuff … and as I’m sitting there, the bathroom scale catches my eye. I’ve been told to ignore the scale for at least the first month. Just eat Carnivore and “keep on truckin.” I know it’s likely that I’ve gained weight or I haven’t lost anything. It’s only been 3 days, for pete’s sake!!!
I swear that scale is eyeballing me.
It’s not like I can go anywhere right this minute to get away from it. I’ll just ignore it. Maybe humming will help.
hum, hum . . . . . . . . .
OK, I can’t stand it any more. I have no self control. I hope my self confidence can handle the results. What if I’ve gained 5 lbs.? It’ll be OK. What if I haven’t lost anything at all? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is sticking to the plan. Just breathe, sheesh.
I step on the scale. OK, dummy, you’re on here now, open your eyes.
I don’t believe it! I’m down 1.6 pounds! Happy Dance. I know it’s water weight, but at least it’s weight that’s coming off.
All thanks to the Carnivore Diet and sticking to meat, butter, eggs and bacon!
I get ready for the day and go downstairs. I make a cup of black coffee and, honestly, some of my enthusiasm fades. Black coffee still tastes pretty gross. But I’m getting used to the gross-ness. You’re weird. Yes, ma’am – I am! But I’m a weirdo that weighs 1.6 pounds less than when I started this!