A Pow-Wow With Doc: A Change in Plans

Started the day by juicing red cabbage, celery, Granny Smith apples, red grapes, and adding the juice of half a lemon.  I like to make the first juice of the day a little more fruity than the second.  The lemon juice made this one zingy and citrusy, just as I like it.  Looks like 2 juices a day will do it for me.  I like them icy cold and diluted a little with filtered water.  One a little more fruity and the other a little more vegetably.

Then I checked in with Doc.  Seems I have some lingering inflammation from the cold I contracted 9 days ago, so Doc wants me totally over it before starting the HC3.  My game plan is to take antibiotics for 10 days during which time I will do a modified juicing program.  Mostly I'll juice, but I'll be able to include 1 protein and veggie meal a day as the mood strikes.  Maybe lunch.  Maybe dinner.  Or not.  Highly flexible.  After the antibiotics I can launch into the HC3 plan.

As I mentioned yesterday, both the HCG and the HC3 plans are highly controversial.  For various reasons the FDA, for example, frowns on both of them.  Proponents of each sniff in derision at the other plan.  For the moment I'm pretty much neutral, but taking into consideration that Doc recommends it.  Now, I gotta tell ya that Doc is a stunner.  She's 5' 2" and looks EXACTLY like a model.  Seriously.  She is hot.  Gorgeous.  But I had to ask her if she herself had ever used the HC3 plan.  She said she had, that she had once weighed over 200 pounds (OMG!) and had used HC3 as part of her weight-loss plan.  Whoa!!  Well, I guess that's all the endorsement I need.  So, first we juice, then we HC3.

As it turned out then, I had no regrets about attending the neighborhood Italian everybody-bring-something dinner tonight.  Since I've been sick, I didn't want to cook anything that might pass on my bug, so I brought the Cava, a sparkling Spanish wine.  Spanish, Italian.  It wasn't Proseco, but close enough.  Dessert was Trader Joe's can't-miss tiramisu.  Antipasto was all the right tasty stuff.  The salad wasn't so swell, seriously overdressed with run-of-the-mill bottled dressing, but the bread was excellent and the host's lasagna with meatballs, sausage and sauce was fantastic.  I won't want to do this every day, but the modified juicing plan means I won't have to turn down any special invitations.

So, onward and upward.  Frankly, I'm looking forward to getting rid of the end of this cold.  My ears hurt and I have yuck dripping down the back of my throat during the night.  Ick.