Desperate times call for desperate measures.

The thought came to me today as my sweet lil lover boy Donnie escaped his safe confines of the upstairs...not once today but twice.  I guess he missed his mommy and tried to look for me..under the dish washer, in a boot, in some dark recess of the house...lol.  You know the places all ferret mommies hide.  But its something I cant blame him for.  He felt desperate enough to escape.  Isn’t that how we felt before we started to lose weight?

Wow a ferret putting a profound thought into my brain.  Who woulda thunk it?  If we were not desperate we wouldn’t have found Medifast which is in my opinion a desperate measure.  Desperate enough for us to try before the ultimate desperation move of gastric bypass.  I think this a lot.  But I don’t say it enough.  I am thrilled I found Medifast.   It has changed my life for the better.  I cant wait to get to my goal.  Which I think is going to get changed to an undefined number.  I am going to choose my goal by how I feel.  At this point its not the number that is making my day.  I was wearing large when I was 130 the last time.  The fact that I am shrinking out of my large at 180 is making me happy.  I think I would be fine at 130 but I may not necessarily by the ultimate goal.  I am no longer desperate.  I am content.  Just anxious for the next portion of my journey.

As a side note.  My BFF’s hubby is signed up for the Iron Man next June in Idaho.  I am so thrilled for him as that my friends is pure badassness.