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Weightloss Journey....Day, whatever...I lost count.

Okay, so I haven't been as diligent at blogging my weight loss journey as I had hoped to be, but quite frankly, if I was getting bored with my day to day progress, I can't see anyone outside of my energy field being excited about it either.  A post here and a post there later, I am back with one of my little journey's that I am pretty sure I will never do again...a Detox fast.

I went the route of Simplifast, which tastes super yummy and definitely keeps you filled, but when you're a person who loves to be gnawing on something, it becomes a bit of a feat to make it through 3 days.  It's an optional 1-7 day fast, but they basically break it down into 1, 3 or 7 days of fasting. You drink four of those bad boys a day and plenty of water and if you absolutely must, a nibble of fruits, OR, veggies....not both.  I did slip and I gnawed, but it was still hard.

On the bright side, I did drop a few pounds, that most people wouldn't shout from the rooftops, but when you have been struggling with your weight loss like I have, even a pound is cause for a mini parade.  The other cool thing about this is that it made me rethink the way I approach food. I really want to eat everything in site that is absolutely horrid for me, BUT, for an emotional eater, I was really showered with the thoughts of "I survived without it!" and it made me want to make better choices.  I also am not craving soda's...a huge milestone for me, since I love my Coca Cola, though I think I am going to try to partways with my long time red and white friend.

I won't be smart with my choices everyday and when you have a craving, it's best to take care of it, but it's a new step for me and I feel like I have picked the right fork in the road.

This journey (and a conversation with a dear friend this morning) reminds me of a song from Mary Poppins...It's a great song that really makes you believe in yourself...'Anything Can Happen (if you let it)'. Check it out below...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pzgf4HDeCXI&feature=player_embedded

And until next time....
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