They say the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result. If we're going by that definition, I must be stupid.
I'm continually amazed how this plan works, all around, when I just stick to it 100%. Here are some of my more mentally challenged realizations; having been on this plan since November, you'd think this would all have sunk in sooner. But I really do sometimes let them slip quietly from my brain.....and then BLAM! I remember.
1. Yes, it really makes a difference if you chug water like a mofo (and, incidentally, pee like a racehorse). If I drink my water, I drop weight. If I don't drink my water.....well.....who knows. Maybe I'll drop and maybe I won't.
2. Drinking my water actually is keeping me from wanting to eat my face off. I always poopooed this sage advice from dieters. Being a long time dieter, having heard this mantra at weight watchers and Nutrisystem, I just said "yeah, yeah, I know, I know" but I haven't always embraced it. The truth is, if I'm guzzling water there's no friggin' space for food in my tummy and there's no friggin' time to pack it in my mouth because I'm too busy running down the hall to go make a deposit every 20 minutes or so. My conclusion? Don't eat your face off. Drink (water) your face off. If you must, you can flavor it with those sugar free powders (I do).
3. Food is fuel. Seriously. I knew this months ago. Yet it continually astounds me when I forget. If I don't space my meals right, I'm hungry, weak, and shaky and I'm cruising the kitchen for a snack that might not be OP. And that's even AFTER I've finally had my MF meal, or my dinner. It's like my little pea brain is still in OMFG I'M STARVING mode, and it's screaming "EAT SOMETHING, WOMAN! WE'RE DYING OVER HERE". I guess it takes some time for my stomach to communicate up to the old brain that it's been filled with good stuff. But that teaches me that I need to be more regimented, and I need to make sure I'm eating on time, or I run the risk of pigging out.....even when I'm no longer hungry. And when I have that "I want to stick my head in a vat of doritos and never come out" feeling, I just repeat my other mantra. "Food is fuel" a few times......and the Doritos beast is at bay. For now.
4. Medifarts are awesome. Now if you're say, my son, or the dog, you may not agree with this statement, particularly because the latter is always getting blamed for the pungent aromas that sometimes whittle their way into my house. But if you're me? They're a weapon when used accordingly. You know, like when your kid won't go to bed. If only I could harness the power a little more..... consistently, we'd be all set. And no, I'd never use my power for good. Evil's the only way to go with that one. Oh, and if you take the digestive health pills, chances are this will be the kryptonite to your Medifarts. You might want to rethink the digestive health pills. I'm just sayin'.
Oh, so many realizations. If only I had the time to keep going. But I'm off to work. Then to the city to look for rings if work ends in time. Then to a quiet night of no dog, and no kid with Dan. And then back on Wednesday to life as normal. Crazy, hectic.....