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The more I think about my first blog post (I’m Melting! I’m Melting!), even more diets I tried came flashing into my head.

I tried the South Beach diet. There was nothing south about my weight loss. My butt was as big as ever. I dabbled in The Zone. Same story. Almost the same diet as far as I was concerned.

Then there are the diets I didn’t do.

Jenny Craig, Nutrisystem, Seattle Sutton. Anything that required me to buy pre-packaged food, frozen, shrink-wrapped and shipped to me in boxes was out of the question. I figured with those, that as soon as the boxes quit coming, and I had to go back to regular food, the weight would come back I also wrinkled up my nose at eating thawed food. I’ve never been much for microwaved food. Food from a box seemed like leftovers. That’s because I never cooked it in the first place. And I abhor leftovers. Having been one of seven children, I felt like I had eaten my lifetime allotment of leftovers before I left for college.

This thought process seems really stupid in retrospect. I was willing to eat powdered shakes and no food, rather than prepacked, mystery food. Most would consider boxed food a step up. Not me.

I never tried LA Weightloss. Anything with the word LA in it turns me off. I don’t like LA. I don’t even consider it a city. It’s a giant suburb… and the driving! Don’t get me started.

I never had surgery. I vowed I’d never “go there” unless a doctor told me death was imminent. So there.

So what’s left? Pills you order from the back of a magazine? I’m allergic to caffeine so that rules all that out. Have you ever read the back of one of those boxes? They’ve got enough stuff in there to send me to the top of the highest building and they’d find me doing pirouettes on the ledge. The only way that would end my dieting woes would be a permanent splat. Not my idea of success.

I never gave up on my dream of being thinner, though. I’ve always thought there was a diet out there for me. I found my husband where I least expected, so I figured it was worth my investment to keep my eye out for the perfect diet; or at least one that worked.  There had to be a better way. A better diet.

Cheers,