Off the Meds! (inc lots of pics)

To be honest with you all... The reason I've done so well is a mix of fear and pride.

Being diagnosed with a debilitating illness that the doctors and the science was telling me. Can only get worse.. Scared the crap outta me.. I was at a critical point.. I give up, and start planning for motorised wheel chairs and home nurses.. Or I try some of the alternative medicine options of vitamins and diet

And my brain said.. "No one is going to wipe this fat *kitten* but me" so I'll try anything to keep doing it myself as long as I can!!

So a decision was made.. I'll see a naturapath and give it a try..

Her diet was designed to slow the progression of the MS.. Loosing weight was a side effect.

I was also sick of being fat.. It was embarrassing, shopping in the larger sections, asking people to move cause you couldn't squeeze past, not getting on a plane cause you were too big for the seats,
Not being able to use a treadmill cause you are over the weight limit, being forced to sleep on a mattress on the floor cause you are too heavy (and unable to climb up to) the bunk beds on a cruise ship.. I didn't feel that fat.. But there started to become more I couldn't do than I could..

So as the scales began to drop from the MS diet, I was so proud of myself for finally being able to one by one get rid of my fat person problems and start having skinny person problems


This is what encourages me in my decisions each day.. Fear of getting fatter and sicker and pride in getting skinnier and healthier

As for the weak days.. I had them.. But I just made sure I bindged on healthier alternatives.. Tried to keep the bad stuff out of the house..

Once I got on MFP and gave myself an allowance of 1200cal
I stuck to it as best I could..
I logged my snacks and binges and if that meant no meat for dinner cause there was not enough cal, that's what I did..

So then I got to a stage where I would want a snack and I would look In the cupboard and say
"Cake :200cal, can of tuna: 90cal, carrot: 25cal"
And the carrot would win.. Or the fear and pride would kick in and I'd skip the snack all together!

6 weeks in.. feeling great.. and my social life has improved no end...
So much easier when you don't have to plan around giving yourself a needle at 6:30pm (an being close to a hospital incase you have a reaction to the needle)