It’s over. I’m a quitter. I’m a Medifast dropout. It just wasn’t for me. That doesn’t mean I’m done trying to get back to my old self. It just means I’ll have to try a different way. Medifast Didn’t Fit My Needs First, I don’t like the taste of anything other than the bars and
I’m going to preface this by admitting I had a craptastic week…emotionally and nutritionally. I wallowed and I made bad choices. Today I start anew, again. I’m not weighing myself because I don’t want bad news right now. I totally understand that this is a defense mechanism and I’m ok with that. OOoooooK, now that confession
First and foremost I’d really like to give thanks to all the amazing Medifast bloggers that have helped me come to this decision. You are all so inspirational! I had never heard about Medifast before reading The Turnip Farmer. I stumbled onto her blog via Twitter and what I found was a plethora of inspiration.
This is what I looked like when Peter and I first met and up until I was pregnant with Alexa. Of course I hated myself and thought I was a big fat fatty. I’m about to admit some things that I would be happy to share with strangers…but since I am completely public now and real
Crap! That’s all I really have to say about this. Emma has eczema. I was really hoping it was just a rash from some overly smelly detergent mixed with sensitive baby skin. I was hoping the scaly skin on her baby leggies was just the rash drying up and healing. I was really trying to treat everything