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I'm Going Dukan

That stinking BMI scale has put me on the morbidly obese area for the last...oh, far too long.  

Okay, it isn't the BMI that put me there.  It's me.  (35.24)

And tomorrow, another step is being taken towards getting myself out of that category.  A big step.  

I'm aware that there are all the mental issues that go along with most people gaining weight..I will be facing those also.  What a joy this is going to be?  Uh...not really.  But I'm going to make the best of this because it's past time to get my stuff together.

Went to the doctor.  I was told to get The South Beach Diet (the blue/teal colored book...not the newer one).  So I checked out the book and got to reading, and taking it all in...and in the meantime, I was watching what I was eating...trying to put into action what I was reading until my first "official day".  

And then I got an email from the library that said a book I had requested was in, so I went to pick it up.  This is always a lovely experience because I forget what I have on my 'hold' list...so it's always, "SURPRISE!!!"

This time, the surprise was, "The Dukan Diet".

I thought...well, too late for you Dr. Dukan.  But, to be polite, especially since they went to all the trouble to get it for me, I started reading it.

And I liked what I read.

It appears that the diets are a bit similar...however, Dr. Dukan seemed to relate to me...he seemed to understand a few of the hurdles that us overweight people need to overcome.

So I made the decision to do the Dukan Diet instead of the South Beach Diet.

Yup.  Against doctor's orders.  

I'm that kind of rebel.

It doesn't stop there...nope...he prescribes 20 minutes of walking a day.  I don't know that I"ll do that every day, because thus far, I've been a huge believer in T-Tapps, so some days, I'll just do that.  But I will walk more.

So.  Here I go.  Tomorrow morning, I shall get the oat bran out and make myself one of his little pancake things and I shall eat it and be happy and then get busy with my protein and look forward to the differences that will be happening on my scale.  And when I go to the doctors next, there will be a big difference in their scale and oh what a joy that will be.

I didn't want to be 40 and fat.  Well, that didn't turn out so well.  But, I will be 41 and two sizes smaller.  And that will be a wonderful thing.  I can handle that.

Wish me luck...and continued determination...