Happy new year everyone!
It's been really fun peeking in everyone's journals and seeing the progress you've made while I was away!
I've also taken some time to read the back-pages of my own journal, but found no meaningful clues as to why I packed in Medifast six months ago. I guess I just hit a rough patch and gave up. But I'll have to deal with this in greater depth down the road. In the meantime, I have lots of shakes left over and a fresh order with cappuccinos and puddings on the way, so I'll be on plan again for the first day of 2008!
I don't remember what I weighed when I dropped out last June, but I'm certain I have gained all of the 18 pounds I lost and then some in the time I've been away. Physically, I've been feeling rotten: lots of sick days at work, and I'm smack in the middle of a bunch of tests with unhappy results, including outrageous blood pressure, an "irregular" electro-cardiogram and unhappy kidneys. I'm afraid I have Lupus--I know, I sound terribly negative, but it runs in my family and I have the usual symptoms my relatives have.
But on the good side, I bought my house! It's a darling, 100-year-old cottage with giant maple and oak trees, high ceilings, lots of windows, and deer nibbling at my shrubs.
Also new and good: I found another hobby that doesn't involve food: singing. I joined my community choir last fall. Once a week I would turn up, wondering if this would be the night they would ask me to leave (I'm no talent, believe me!) but they never did, and I just love it.
Well, it's nearly midnight, and I should make some phone calls and get to bed. I want to start the new year as I mean to carry on...and that means a good night's sleep before a great day on plan.
Take care everyone, and best wishes for your best year ever!