That is *so* true. When I was lounging in the fiber pill aisle at CVS the other day, I noticed they keep the "diet aids" right nearby. (I guess if one doesn't work, the other is supposed to...?) I saw a bottle of that godawful "Hollywood Diet" juice concentrate-- the one you're supposed to apparently drink, with nothing else but water, for three days, after which you turn into a movie star. I saw rows and rows of low-carb bars and shakes that had replaced all the sugars with glycerine and saturated fat and tasted like sawdust. I saw cartons of diet pills, "fat-blockers," and "carb-blockers" that do nothing but jack up your heart rate and give you the shakes. Sadly, I had tried at least 80% of the crap in that aisle and it had all left me feeling like crap when the weight was still there but my money and self-esteem were gone.
That day in CVS I thanked my lucky stars that I had found MF, because I knew I'd found something that *worked,* that made me feel good, and that was teaching me that I *can* control my food binges when I stick to a healthy, consistent way of eating and ask for support instead of cookies when I feel weak. I picked up my fiber pills, snubbed my nose at the bottles of Fat-B-Gone that would eventually make some other person feel like crap, and left smilin'. I had broken free of the cycle. I had left desperation behind. I would never feel hopeless again. I hope the other people browsing that aisle find MF some day.
Triskets, I am WITH ya, sister!
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