So... although I'm not allowed to look at the numbers, I could tell my personal trainer was disappointed with my last weigh-in (which also includes a digital body composition analysis). Maybe eating the same thing every day (exactly as he prescribed!) has gotten me malnourished. Maybe my basement-level metabolism from years of abuse is not keeping up with the prescribed calorie intake. Or maybe I'm just a heifer. But for whatever reason, he's put me back on the Juice Feast for another 2 weeks. (That'll total 6 weeks in the last 3 months.)
Recovery tells me that not eating is the pursuit of death. Ana tells me that not eating is the pursuit of happiness. Now my personal trainer tells me NOT to eat for the next 2 weeks. So either my trainer is a total nut job, or all those dimwits at the clinic lied to me.
I'll let them duke it out while I sit over here and starve. And grin.
Who's with me? Two solid weeks of no food! Only juice, water, and vitamins (if you can stomach them). Let's go, darlings!
A toast to being lighter on July 9th than we are today! Starve on!