I remember the night I decided to try Releana. I would say that I remember when I decided to lose weight, but there are too many specific occasions for me to be able to just pick one. See, I've been overweight for most of my life. I was a skinny little girl, and then, as soon as I got stuck sitting at a desk all day at school--instead of being able to run wild for miles, as I used to do--the pounds started piling on...and so did the oh-so-witty, oh-so-imaginative insults from my peers. And, well, you can probably put two and two together, so to cut a long story short, here I am, 23 years old, 5'3" tall and weighing well over 200 pounds.
Releana is the first actual, bonafide diet I've ever decided to try (okay, so it's not actually approved by the FDA, but it's sure worked for everyone I've ever known to have done it). Sure, I've starved myself before, and I even lost about 20 pounds that way once, but the weight's always come back. I played sports all through middle and high school. Nothing seemed to keep the weight at bay, because I love food. Bread is my downfall. Sugary things aren't so much (mainly because they hurt my teeth), but bread, oh, glorious bread. It's so filling and savory and tasty and...well, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, back to the night I decided to try Releana. I was at the Oregon coast with my parents for the weekend, my mother was still awake, and I'd gone to bed. I lay in bed for a long time, trying to sleep, but had this nagging worry at the back of my mind that I couldn't place my finger on. Before I knew it I was crying, and I had no idea why at the time (I mean, I'd just watched WALL-E, but it wasn't that bad). I found out later that one of my fiancés friends had died suddenly, and was likely being hospitalized around the time I felt that way. It is literally the only kind of explanation I have for it. Anyway, at the time I came back out to the main room and sat down. My mom asked what was wrong, was it some trouble between my fiancé and me, and I said I didn't know. To cut another long story short, we ended up having a very long, serious talk. You know, like one of those mother/daughter bonding scenes in a Lifetime movie or something. I don't remember all that we talked about, but we talked about the upcoming wedding (July 26th!) and of course, how we wanted to look on that day. I basically said something along the lines of not wanting to look like a beached whale that got stuffed into an undersized dress, and my mom started talking to me about Releana, and how a couple of the ladies at her work take it and it's worked wonders for them. I mean, it's a drastic diet, so they've lost gobs of weight.
I guess I must've been feeling either very reckless or very desperate (is there really a difference?), because I agreed to try it. My mom did as well. We've both struggled with weight. My brothers and my dad haven't. My brothers have told me on numerous occasions that I have "bear arms," and my dad is just another story for another day. Needless to say, they haven't always been the most tactful or supportive.
That night was months ago. I went to the doctor on Thursday and she went through all the details of the diet. Basically, Releana is the hormone HCG in drop form. This is a hormone that occurs naturally during pregnancy. Supposedly, when taken two times daily, combined with a 400-500 calories a day diet, it helps burn off adipose fat and lowers the appetite.
Yes, you read that right. On the diet you're only allowed up to 500 calories a day. Not just any calories, either. There are very strict food options. You're basically allowed 2 servings of approved fruits, vegetables, and meat a day.
The first two days of the diet, however, are "loading" days. The doctor explained this to me very succinctly: "If it looks like it has fat in it, eat it." These days are basically for sending the message to your brain that there's not a famine and it can go ahead and stop storing food willy-nilly.
I feel like I've been on the loading diet for the past few months. Ever since I decided to do the diet, I've had the horrible mentality that hey, I'm going to be going on a restrictive diet soon, so I might as well enjoy all the bad things now, while I can have them. At fast food restaurants, which I frequented multiple times a week while at college this past year, I would usually order not one, but two burgers and a large fry. I skipped the soda, because I hate soda and I do at least drink healthily (water, skim milk, unsweetened tea, and 100% fruit juices are what I like best now), but still, I don't even want to know how many calories I was consuming daily. My guess is that it was just a wee bit more than 500.
So tomorrow I start the official loading diet (well, today, technically, as I've stayed up so late). My mother, who has been doing the diet for over a month now and has lost over 30 pounds, said that it was actually one of the harder parts of the diet. She's breezing right through it. But then, she gets so focused on things sometimes, and I'm scared that it won't be the same for me. I'm so scared that I won't have the willpower to do it. Did I mention that these drops cost $200 a bottle (which only lasts for a month)? My mom has agreed to reimburse me if I don't cheat. If I do, I'm...well, for lack of a better term, screwed.
That's the real reason I've decided to start this blog. I'm addicted to food, and I'm hoping that, as with most of my serious prose, this addiction will look sillier and sillier to me the more I put it down on paper--er, internet...ness. You know, kind of like looking back at all those old diary entries from when you were little and saying to yourself, "I was hung up over him?" between gales of almost horrified laughter. This blog is intended to be a sort of chronicle of my journey on this diet, my good days and bad days, my addictions, my vices, my cravings, etc. Every diet related thing will be put on this blog...and probably some things that have nothing to do with anything at all.
And so, tomorrow my journey begins. I don't know if anyone will even follow this blog, but that is not the intended purpose, so my feelings won't be hurt (well, okay, maybe they will be a little, but I'm a big girl...a really big girl). I can probably just force my fiancé to follow it, at least.