There's a reason I created this "journal" and named it what I did. There's a reason I put it under the Weight Room where we can post failures because I knew there would be some. I don't believe in failures, I believe in lessons. A failure is only a failure if you stay down and don't make strides to do better.
Before I started MediFast, I was craving a pizza so bad. But somehow I never got around to ordering one. I always waste more than I eat anyway, since I live alone.
A little about me. Normally when I screw up, I go away for awhile. I've belonged to quite a few weight loss support groups and some were supportive during the down times and some were brutal. The last group I was really active in was actually a financial group and I spent a lot of my computer time there for years. It says a lot about this group that I haven't been back there since I found this forum. Plus, my priorties have changed.
I'm not looking for forgiveness, support, consoling, or anything, but I am going to be accountable to myself and you. Yes, I ordered my pizza on Friday, ate some on Saturday and the rest on Sunday. But not only did I order pizza, but soda and cheesesticks. Major heartburn. Pop some Tums, okay I'm better. Do I feel guilty? No. This wasn't a "giving up" nor was it giving in. I decided to do this. I haven't been feeling the best, not because of MediFast, but I've had a sore throat and have just been tired. The four days I was compliant on MF, I felt fine. Everybody seems to be sick at work and the thing that irritates me is I can't take any time off work because I used all the time I had. I was sick late last year, car was dead one day and 3 days off for a sinus infection and I'm left with no personal days now. We have a floating holiday I can take, but it's doesn't work with my boss' schedule. I want to take a Monday off, President's Day would be great, but he will be out of the office later that week and Monday through Wednesday will be busy. I really don't like this job and I sit here in the mornings watching CNN while I put on my moisturizers and wish I could just call in. This is almost every day. Of course, I'm fine once I get to work, but I won't be working at this job forever, I really dislike the type of work I do.
To bring this back to MF, yes, I plan on getting back on track.I'm already sick of food again. I ordered over $300 in supplements which came out of my account today. Does that sound like someone who doesn't want to do this? Technically, that money should be going to paying down debt, but I made a commitment to losing weight and that commitment has to include a financial commitment also.
I weighed this morning and for some strange reason, I was down 6 pounds. Go figure. However, I'll take it for now, but I doubt it will stay.
My boss will be gone Thursday, so maybe I can have one day I can relax. I didn't even get to lunch today until 1:45 and I couldn't even eat the sandwich I bought. Just felt like crap. He then tells me to bring him a client file. Mind you, it's a huge case and it's a box full of files in a cabinet. By the time I lifted it out of the file cabinet and walked with it down the hall, I was panting. So much for chivalry! Yes, I can carry it, but geez, how about a little help since he knows I have bad knees. ARGGH!
I'll be back on track soon. I'm not going to say tomorrow because I don't know. When I'm ready, I'll restart, but I won't call it a restart. I'm calling the last few weeks a test drive. Cop out? Maybe. I knew it wasn't going to be easy to start this after the years I've had of eating junk. I enjoy the shakes, bars and my Splenda-sweetened gherkins. Once I'm ready to start up again, I'm in it to win it.
So there it is. My failure laid open for all to see. I don't feel bad about it because I did it fully conscious. It wasn't a slip, it wasn't a craving. It was a decision. Yes, I'm ready to commit to MF and I will. I know deep inside me that it's right for me and I know 1000% that I can do this. No excuses.