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Sunday, 15 April 2012

MAGIC BULLETS

I've always dreamed of a "magic" way of reducing my weight.  I've tried the following:
  • special diets ("Peel-a-Pound" soup comes to mind... more like "Gag-a-Mouthful-of-Slop")
  • special food delivered to my door, colour-coded according to breakfast, dinner, supper, snacks (after 2 weeks I was really turned off with flavour, texture, smell... barf city)
  • 24 days at a (pricey) health spa (lost 24 pounds, bur found them PLUS more when I returned home)

Yesterday I got a letter from a local MD who is starting a Weight Loss Clinic involving daily injections of Human Growth Hormone and a 550 calorie/day diet. 

WOW!  

Promises (in very cautious language) a pound a day for males.

I (in an excited voice and demeanour) told this to my fitness/food guru (FFG). She was less than agreeable.  "So, you going to get a daily injection for the rest of your life? How much does it cost? What are the other major effects outside of weight loss?"

I whined that it would really help me achieve my goal in a short time. "I really want a MAGIC BULLET to take away my pounds."

"And how's that working for you so far?" she asked.

SHOT DOWN IN ONE INTERROGATIVE SENTENCE!

As I reflected on past efforts, and a definite lack of long-term success, I figured out something... this is all about a life-style change.  

(In all fairness, the FFG did mention that as well.)

And life-style is an incremental slow process.  The weight eventually comes off. I finally create/live new habits. I don't resemble a bleached-out beached whale any longer.

You know... all of this would be a lot more palatable if the FFG was anyone other than my daughter!  It really rankles when she points out my idiocies. When did she become the calm voice of reason?   

Whenever, she is.

So, goodbye daily injections.

Hello conscious and rational living.

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