I joined this great support forum last week and started MF Thursday, 6/22. I've been thinking about what to write in my first journal entry for a few days.
First things first - I have lost 7lbs as of this morning after 3 days on MF!
I introduced myself in the "Come on in" forum but here's the recap...
Hi, I'm Jen. I'm 5'7", 35, happily married, no kids, living in fabulous Phoenix, Arizona (yeah, I love it).
I have never tried another formal diet plan, never bought a diet book (except for a great P/C/F/Cal reference for 5 gazillion foods), never "yo-yo" dieted. As I mentioned in my first post, a few years ago I lost about 60lbs by cutting a lot of junk out of my diet and joining a gym. It took more than a year and I felt great, but once I stopped going to the gym and my eating habits returned to their previous WAY TOO BIG portion sizes, the weight found me again.
I had a good friend in college who lost over a hundred pounds on Optifast and it changed his life. I remember thinking at the time that it seemed like such an extreme method but it worked great for him. In the last 18 years, where I weighed about 165 as a freshman, I have slowly gained about a hundred pounds. My top weight about 5 years ago was 272; I started MF at 262. I've thought a lot about why I am overweight and why I haven't ever really struggled to lose weight, and why I finally chose MF, those are topics I will explore as this journal progresses. I was an English major so I can write, baby!
The last month or so, I have been feeling bad, physically and emotionally. A creeping sense of doom about my guaranteed future health problems is the real motivation behind getting off my fat behind and making a change. There is one other thing too... I have a big extended family, spread all over the States that I don't see too often. A few years ago, a plan was hatched to meet at my Grandparents house for a week-long family reunion. Was I excited? No, I was terrified. My first instinct was to find an excuse not to go just so nobody would see me. That made me feel worse than the look on the guy's face when he realizes he has to sit next to me on an airplane. Well, I thought about that feeling and realized that if being overweight was limiting what I wanted to do and causing me shame around my family who have never made weight an issue, then something had to change. I revisit that feeling often, it defines my emotional commitment to get healthy.
I will no doubt write more later, I just wanted to get the ball rolling.