Hi, Kids ~
I just happened upon this post this weekend. It is months old - just wanted to make a comment that may be of help to someone out there in Cyberland.
Sylvia, the author of this thread and HawaiiWhatNot who jumped in and encouraged Sylvia are now
BOTH at their goal weight and well into maintenance.
Perseverance paid off for them.
I
SO know how it feels to be
sick and tired of dieting, sick and tired of denying myself, sick and tired of sucking down a shake when others around me are tanking up on French fries, burgers, bread and pizza.
I’ve had so much poultry, my head bobs, my arms flap and I look for bugs when I walk.
I can
eyeball a serving of green beans or broccoli and know exactly how many beans or florets over 1.5 cups a particular serving is…
I can stir up Medifast Pudding in a minute, I can lick the inside of a Multi-Grain or Garden Vegetable cracker package faster than you can rip open a protein bar!
The trunk of my car has a case of water and RTDs – there’s hardly any room for my shoppage!
My husband’s tee- shirts are stained with Dutch Choc dribbles and do you think I would ever give up any of that to go back to my formerly foody weighs?
Heck, no! (
pardon moi, is that all right for a pastorette to say?)
I went to a 40th birthday party last night for a friend who is also a business acquaintance. Her family and friends were there and it was a great party – “Over the Hill” decorations everywhere!
There were about 50 people – many of them were overweight. One man weighed over 400 pounds and I watched him as he searched for and then selected a chair that would hold him. I wanted to tell him how Medifast has changed my life but I couldn't. If someone had approached me at a party when I weighed nearly 270 pounds about my weight, I would have been mortified. I knew I was fat. It was no secret. I was morbidly obese as was the very nice-looking man at the party last night.
I have thought about him this afternoon. Maybe I should have given him my card. I want him to know that when he is ready, I am able to help him. I am thankful for the day my friend told me about the little soy shake that changed my life...
The party was a blast! The garage was set up with games and the tables were close together and the stools and folding chairs were small. I had no worries about whether or not I could walk between the people because I knew that I would fit. I knew that I would not break the chair and I knew that my buns would not hang over the stool excessively.
A relative had created a lovely digital photo album of the Birthday Girl’s Life and it was on display as a PowerPoint Slide Show throughout the night. It showed her as a young girl, a teenager, a bride, preggers, on camping trips, etc. She is a beautiful woman and her body size has always been normal. Many people made comments about how her hair style, her make up and clothing had changed but all in all, the comments were so positive and uplifting. She looked beautiful throughout her whole life.
On-looking relatives and friends made comments about their own appearance and body size in the pictoral display.
"Oh, look how fat my thighs were!" "Quick! change the picture, I don't want my chins to show!"
I thought about myself – had someone made a photo journal of my life, what would they see? Oh there would be the happy photos of me as a child with my family, my college years and my wedding day and that’s about it because I always ran when the camera came out – I suddenly had to go to the bathroom, or check on something in the oven, or help someone with their coat.
You know the drill. Chubby people do not like to have their picture taken. I felt good about having my picture taken last night at the birthday party.
There was a major food orgy going on the kitchen – pans and pans of
cheese and chicken enchiladas, all the fixin’s for soft tacos, bean and
guacamole dip,
artichoke parmesan dip, chips and
salsa, Coors and Tecate beer with fresh limes, flan, a huge mocha iced sheet cake with
cappuccino filling,
chocolate mousse cake,
chocolate cheesecake – it was a
chocolateria in there, Folks.
Did I want it?
Oh, yeah! Of course I did! I am still alive, breathing and I wanted it. I wanted it all and I wanted a whole bunch of it. I wanted it bad!
What did I actually select?
A plate with 2 cups of shredded lettuce, ¼ cups of chopped tomatoes, a heaping spoonful of salsa and a lime squeeze over the top of it all. I slugged down three bottles of water.
Did I want more? Oh, yeah! I waited for a while and then had another go-around of the same.
[By the way, I had a Banana Blitz shake before we went into the party. There was no meat without cheese and sauce or eggs, so I just had the veggie serving. When I got to the car a couple of hours later, I drank a Chocolate RTD on our way home.)
Could I justify eating some of the stuff in the buffet line?
Yes. I look good but I am not at my fighting weight.
We went out the other night and I had Cheddar Bay Biscuits and pie…I don’t overeat two days in a row and I make healthy choices for today because what I eat today also affects the years to come.
I love my thinner life and I want to keep enjoying it a lot longer, should the Lord see fit to keep me on this side of glory for a while longer.
Life is full of choices, choose wisely.
Like Sylvia, sometimes I get sick of it, too. I
DO get weary of watching every morsel but then I also like the freedom of being at a healthy weight, looking better in my clothes, being able to sit on any chair or on the floor if I want to! I like being able to wear my wedding ring without my finger turning blue, going swimming – in daylight hours – in a regular bathing suit – without a skirt that goes to my knees!
Medifast has made it possible for me to choose what I want to eat and when I eat it.
I know what enchiladas and tacos taste like; I have had enough guacamole to fill a bathtub during my formerly foody life and enough chocolate to make my blue eyes brown…giving up and giving in does not get you to your goal.
Discipline is training your mouth to remain closed until it has had a deep conversation with your mind.
Don’t allow your emotions and the social interactions of the day have more power over you than they should. Much of this
IS a mind game.
I did not let the enchiladas or the cheesecake win.
Victory is mine in the weight loss game! Sick of shaking? Ooh, that could be a double entendre – I was sick of having my belly, booty and woadies shake when I waddled about so I started shaking my Medifast shakes and I shook off that shakage – now I can do a whole lotta life shaking when I walk into a room!