After a come-to-Jesus visit to my doctor in July, (high blood pressure and the highest number I've seen on the scale in five years) I decided I need to get really serious about shedding the excess pounds I'd piled on since last fall.
Under my endocrinologist's supervision, I started doing Medifast right after I got back from my trip out to New York (where I indulged in every culinary vice I could squeeze into one week.)
Medifast, which combines five very low-calorie mini-meals spaced throughout the day with one "real" meal of 7 ounces of lean protein and two cups of veggies, is a lot like being on the Atkins Diet--without the fun of eating bacon and cheese.
It's low carb, low-calorie. 1000 calories a day. No booze.
No, it's not very fun, especially when I want to sit on the deck with a margarita. But it's not terrible, either.
And more importantly, it's working extremely well. I'm rarely very hungry, and I feel great. I'm down 26 pounds since I started the program. My blood pressure has dropped, and my pants are falling off my hips. My plan is to stick it out until I lose a total of 50 pounds.
I hope things keep moving at this pace, because honestly I'm getting really tired of my food options--bars, shakes, funky pseudo-pretzels, and lots of re-hydrated soup. (I have given myself the occasional one or two day hiatus, just to keep myself sane.)
I know from experience that the real challenge of weight loss is keeping the pounds off. If go back to my life as it was in March, I don't have any chance of staying at a size I want to be.
But I'm confident that I won't go hog wild once I return to people-food. I finally have achieved a level of success worth protecting, and I'm not eager to go through another summer of weird soup.