That Medifast shit wasn't just hard, it was depressing. Super-depressing. I had to quit it.
I'm disappointed in myself, not gonna lie.
But I refuse to live life in a consistently unhappy state of mind. Constant anger with myself, my resolve, my willpower...it was ridiculous. Even after just a week of it!
I didn't have the energy to work out, so that didn't help. Working out puts me into a better mood. So when that falls off the radar, my world starts to crumble a little bit at a time.
I'm making my peace with it. Went and worked out this morning, and had a good amount of fun with my trainer. I was too depressed, mad, and sad to go see him on Thursday last week when I was supposed to...that was pretty much my breaking point with the whole thing.
So I'll go back to doing what I need to do...working out 6 days a week, eating healthy a majority of the time, and allowing myself my little splurges here and there. And if I continue to weigh 210 pounds, then that's just fiiine.
Better to have a slightly roly-poly body than to be pissed off an unhappy all the damned time, is how I see it.