Half-way through week 26, with 84 pounds gone, and I blew it for the first time. Last week was incredibly stressful - not bad stress - just way too much to do. My family was planning an 80th birthday celebration for my father-in-law. He found out about 5 months ago his prostate cancer had spread to his bones in three spots... the prognosis isn't good. He decided he wanted his entire family with him at church on his birthday (many in other churches or areas), and a party afterward for about 150 people - an opportunity for him to say goodbye to many. Besides doing much of the purchasing and planning with my daughters (being my own boss, I have a bit more freedom during the day than the rest of the family), I was also scheduled to attend a Friday and Saturday conference in Albany NY, about 5 hours from home. Just leaving my business for a day can be quite a chore. I MF'd well on Friday until back in our hotel rooms (traveled with 6 other women). I've never taken food with us when we travel and I was not prepared for what went on in that hotel room
. Out comes 8 pounds of jumbo shrimp, slabs of cheese & crackers, zucchini bread with cream cheese, brownies, nachos and dips,
etc. I started cranking my little blender in desperation, making MF smoothies and passing them around for the group to taste-test; everyone agreed they were delicious. But I soon lost my resolve and ended up sitting on the floor (not a possibility 6 months ago) in front of the makeshift buffet with a pound (?) of shrimp on my plate. Oops number 1. The next morning I rounded up all the Medifood I thought I would need for the day. When I got inside the arena (Pepsi Center), I realized I had taken the wrong bag - Oops #2. I didn't have my bar - I did have three packs of shake, but no shaker jar. I only had one water bottle (to be continually refilled at the fountain because water was $3.50 a bottle). I tried to make a shake but couldn't get the powder inside without dumping half on the floor. I finally gave up and ate the box lunch that was provided, chips & all. Then I had dinner at a wonderful little restaurant on the way home. I am not going to repeat what went into this body, too depressing. We made it home at 2:00 AM, then onto church at 7:00 AM for an early music rehearsal and last minute preparations for the afternoon. Our family (4 sons & wives, & 9 grandkids) did the offertory in honor of George's 80th. And then the party. I did great until everyone left and cleanup began. We had hired the pastry chef from a local country club to make desserts. Suffice it to say I tried one of each of about 8 incredible morsels. I think that is the first sugar to touch these diabetic lips in 6 months.
I have felt incredibly strong since starting Medifast; I think I just wasn't prepared for all the weariness and emotion last week brought. What is incredible about this whole long (sorry, guys) story is that my thinking has profoundly changed over the past months. Even though I got caught up in a bad, bad foodie weekend, I couldn't wait to return to Medifast. I did enjoy all the food I ate, but not as much as I enjoy losing weight
.
Monday brought such a peace and contentment knowing I was back on plan. Never, ever been a diet like this one for me! A slip-up would have sent me into diet oblivion in my past life. If possible, I feel even more resolve and strength today than when I first began my journey at the end of March. Without a doubt, I will make goal.
Thanks for your listening eyes this morning. I've heard confession is good for the soul. I've almost felt guilty that I haven't had to deal with more temptation then I've been able to bear to date - I now feel part of that very victorious group who have fallen off the wagon, climbed back on and lived to shake another day!