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Hi my name is Michelle and I'm a food addict.

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After literally throwing crasins in my mouth rapid fire I'm finally able to admit that I have a problem. I am addicted to food- it is my vice.

I have a friend who is an actual member of FAA (Food Addicts Anonymous) and she has kindly shared with me their rules. Starting Monday I will be living them. Wish me luck, pray for me and give me pep talks because their rules are NO SUGAR NO CARBS. My friend has lost a good amount of weight on this and I plan on being just like her. She said the first week was rough but that it got better. I know it's going to be HELL for me, but I needs to lose weight. Not just for the wedding but for my happiness and sanity. I've gained weight and I see it in pictures and mirrors and how my clothes fit and I need something to help. I am thinking I will blog each day so you all can keep me on track and yell at me if I cave.

Meal Plan:
Breakfast 6am-8am

8 plain fat free yogurt
1 oz oatmeal
6 oz fruit

Lunch 12 and 2
4 protein
6 cooked/ raw veggies
6 fruit

Dinner 5 and 7
4 protein
8 oz salad 2 oz have to be greens
6 oz veggies
2 tbsp fat

No less than 4 hours no more than 5 between meals


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britt said…
Girl I hear ya! I just got my first box of nutrisystems in the mail today!!! Too bad we live so far away, it might be easier to starve together if we are actually together. Good luck!!!!
March 31, 2011 at 6:13 PM
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