Tuesday, May 22, 2012
They say that the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. Yesterday, I thought I had made that one step. I had ordered a month's worth of meals from Medifast, planned out what I was going to be eating every day, and enlisted my family's support. Then, yesterday, I started eating the meals. I understand that many people say the meals are tasty, but I had to force myself to eat it. A wave of nausea began with that first meal and lasted throughout the entire day. The second meal was a shake, which I downed very quickly. More nausea ensued, along with cramping.
I kept telling myself that I had enjoyed many, many meals that were wonderful, which was why I needed to do something drastic now. Everything I could find about Medifast says it works, and it works quickly. That was appealing to me. I knew I could do it. I had visions of appearing at the Thanksgiving family reunion and having people not recognize me. I could almost hear them asking my husband, "What happened to Marie? Who is this other woman?" Other visions include hiking along the Ozark Mountains with my family and not feeling like I need a respirator, or being able to lug the laundry up and down the stairs with ease.
I managed to scarf down the third meal, this time a peanut-butter crunch bar. It definitely tasted better than the other meals had, but there was an acid flavor to it, one which I had the enjoyment of tasting many times over the next few hours. In addition to the nausea, I began to make the first of many trips to the ladies' room. This wasn't going exactly as I planned. I wondered if my one step was a step in the right direction.
The fourth meal was my "lean and green" meal. I was so happy to have some real food! As soon as the real food hit my stomach, I began to feel a little better. Okay, I could do this. However, the fifth meal, which was chicken noodle soup, had the consistency of vomit. I know that's disgusting to read, but once I had that image in my mind, it was very difficult to eat it. I wound up throwing about half of it away uneaten, and in a few minutes the other half was discharged also.
At this point, I made a few decisions. First and foremost, all of the unopened boxes are going back to Medifast. Of course I would be losing weight on that plan if I stuck to it, but at what cost? There is some ingredient in their foods that my body just can't tolerate. Probably most other people can tolerate it, but I just can't. My second decision was that if I could last an entire day on Medifast, I can do anything. I chose to learn what lessons I could from their plan, incorporate it into my own, and eat real food that doesn't make me sick.
My "one step" yesterday may have been a misstep, but I learned something from it, and I have new resolve today. Six small meals, eaten at 2-3 hour intervals. Less simple carbs, more protein. Plenty of water. These are things I can do.
Today, I am making another step. I am excited to see where my journey of a thousand miles takes me.