Butter Body

Have you ever heard the saying...Butter Face? I've heard men say something like "yeah, she's a butter face...everything looks good "but her face." Well, I've decided that I am a butter body. Maybe when men look at me they might say..."yeah, that Kelli, she's great...oh, but her body." This may sound a little conceited and narcissitic but I don't think I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. My face didn't catch on fire and have to put out with a golf shoe. I mean, I do have symmetrical features except for the one crazy eye that only shows up in photographs and pretty decent hair and teeth. You see, my issues come into play from about the chin down. Or should I say chins, down. Yes, there are multiple. In fact I believe I have more chins than a Chinese phone book. So which is better? I think it's pretty hard to change a butter face, I mean, you can but then you have to get surgeons and anesthesiologists involved and I hear it can cost a pretty penny. So, I think it's better to be a butter body or at least that is what I am going to keep telling myself while I fight the fat.

HCG Day 2

I survived the firt day of what I am going to call Hunger Hell. I got on the scale ths morning and lost 5 lbs so I guess the throbbing, gnawing pain that is residing in my head is all worth it. Right? After my mini success on the scale I stumbled to the kitchen to inject myself with my preggo hormone and then on to make breakfasts, lunches for hubby and kid and get them out the door. I almost forgot I was on this God-forsaken diet and almost shoved a few bbq flavored potato chips in my mouth but decided against it. I did find myself daydreaming yesterday of the euphoric time I had the previous two days when I was on my food binge and found myself regretting that I did not completely gorge myself like the way I should have. Why didn't I stop at Krispy Kreme for a luscious glazed melt-in-your-mouth do-nut? Or stop by In-N-Out for a juicy burger with all that special sauce? Or drive-thru McDonalds for a sack-o-fries and an apple pie? Sure, I went to Cheesecake factory and had a 1/2 loaf of bread & butter, fried zucchini dipped in ranch, a crab-cake sandwich w/ fries and few bites of a kahlua cheesecake. And, yes, it was all very tasty but surely I could have eaten more. We (April & I) had a plan of attack. We knew right where the diabetic supply store was located (since we passed it on our way to our first gorge-fest.) I mean, you never know when you might need to run in and get some glucose test strips and little insulin injection. I could just hear Greg asking us what we did today and us saying, "Ah, not much just shopped a little, went to Tiffany's, Dillard's, had some lunch at Cheesecake Factory & made a quick trip to Diabetics-R-Us for a few supplies." On a side note do you say Diabetes (Di-a-beet-eez) or Diabetes (Di-uh-bee-tus)? On the commercial for Liberty Medical, Wilford Brimley says Di-uh-bee-tus and it seems alot of seniors say it that way so I was just wondering. I just don't want to mispronounce the disease that is probably in my future if I don't get a grip and fight the fat.