In true Foster Mom R Fashion, Hubby and I started the program on December 19th, the week of Christmas. The worst possible timing. The Doc was like - no time like the present and we were like, okay? Okay. Now of course we don't just have 1 Christmas celebration. We have 4. So we needed some help navigating that. We began the program on the Phase 1 diet where you eat nothing but the OPTIFAST® Meal Replacements meals, 5-6 times a day. There are shakes, bars, and soups and together the 5 meals total 800 calories, 16 grams of protein, and 90 grams of carbs. Doc walked us through modifying Phase 1 where you eat the Optifast Replacement meals. We were to eat 3 of the replacements and then watch our carb, portion, and calorie intake for the 4th meal on the days we had celebrations. Skipping the 5th if we were still full. Those first 2 days were HARD. Hubby and I were hungry. I also eat when I'm bored or can't sleep and so the urge to munch was strong. We were told w
When my Grandmother was still alive she used to worry about my goal setting. She'd tell me that my goals were too high and that she feared that I'd always end up heartbroken if I didn't achieve them. This was often related to my educational or career goals. As in, I wanted to go to medical school and when I fell way short of that goal, applied to law school and was rejected by all seven schools. (I got the last letter on the way to visit Grandma in the hospital after her second open heart surgery and chose that moment to break it to my parents that I was moving in with Hubby after the semester was over. Go Big or Go Home.) She didn't mean to cut me down with this concern. My Grandmother was from a different era. Women could be successful but only so far as it allowed them to still be mothers and support their husbands. She always worked and ran several successful businesses but her focus was her family. So I did what anyone would do. I ignored her advice to shoo