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Getting it Back
How ‘bout it, Guys? Do you ever dream of getting it
back?
You know what I’m talkin’ about - of being able to
comfortably slide on that pair of 501s with the 34 inch waist?
When you’re standin’ sideways in the mirror and checkin’ out
your physique do you ever fantasize about not seeing your belly
peeking out from under your Tee shirt?
Are you twice the hero you used to be? Is your favorite
saying, “No gut, no glory?”
When your kids come into the family room to invite you to go
out back and toss a few balls or just to talk about ‘guy stuff’
do they in fact find you passed out in a carbaholic coma with an
empty pizza box on your laps and greasy tomato sauce on your
chins?
When staring out the window do you daydream about shooting a
few baskets and whipping the socks off the neighborhood guy at a
game of one-on-one?
Is the virtual reality of it all that you are an armchair
quarterback, a mere spectator on the sidelines watching
the game of life passing you by?
I’ll tell ya how you can make a touchdown – it’s not with a
bullet-shaped pigskin ball but rather with a little foil-lined
packet of Medifast.
Are you sick and tired about being fat? This is no
fairy tale; no longer do you have to be fed up with flab.
You will give “two thumbs up” to Medifast and to your
superhero life just by consistently following the Medifast
weight loss program. Eating 5-7 medimeals every three hours
and increasing your water consumption to 64 or more ounces
daily will take you from The Hurking Hulk to The Hunkster with
every shake you take.
Ladies, are you lounging on your chaise, snarfing truffles
while flipping through the pages of the latest fashion magazines
and longing to wear alluring attire again?
Once upon a time, I used to do that – I’d dream of being
rescued from being a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) held captive in
my chubbette state by some superhero wielding a flab-slashing
saber. More than anything I wanted to be a Bodacious
Beautiful Woman.
How ‘bout choo? Are you waiting for a handsome hunky Prince
Charming to ride up on his gallant dappled steed to take you
away from the Kingdom of Flabdom to his castle in Thinsville?
Lemme tell ya, he’s standing on your front porch right now
and he’s relentlessly ringing your doorbell. His name is
Medifast! Get up and answer the door!
Bring back your
Superhero...
Buena Vista and Pixar recently released their latest
animated film, The Incredibles. Terry and I are
not avid movie goers and since our daughter is grown and
married, the two of us certainly do not make it a practice to
see cartoons. In fact, we are cartoon illiterate but for some
unexplainable reason, I had the desire to see The
Incredibles. In my beguiling way, I roped Terry into taking
me to see it. Okay! I bribed him with red licorice ropes…
The premise is this, the government forces the superheroes of
the day into a witness protection program of sorts because the
people they used to save are suing the super socks off the
superheroes.
They’ve been forced underground to lead so-called normal
lives. When an extremely frustrated and now terribly out of
shape insurance claims analyst, the former Mr. Incredible now
disguised as mind-numbed Bob Parr is offered the chance to be a
superhero again, he flies to the opportunity to come against his
adversary, Syndrome.
How can it be that I, a mild-mannered middle-aged retired
school teacher and pastorette related perfectly to a cartoon
character? Huh? I knew exactly how Mr. Incredible was feeling
when he was unable to fully participate in the life he loved.
When I weighed 265 pounds, I didn’t fit in with my life. I was
frustrated, unfulfilled, searching for my purpose and that made
me feel terminally cranky inside! I was a person in perpetual
peril. I felt like Tess Trueheart lashed to a railroad tie and
the locomotive of life was bearing down and about to run me
over.
My archenemy was cloaked with transfatty acids; my arch-rival
was carbolicious grub. Food was my adversary and it
lurked in the kitchen, in the cupboards and the deep recesses of
the pantry and the glove compartment of my Vee Dub.
The way I faced my nemesis was straight-on with a knife in
one hand and a fork in the other; sometimes it was with my bare
hands that I reached into the bag and like a squirrel in winter,
I stuffed my poufy pouches.
Just as I was about to succumb to yet another sugar blackout,
Medifast came to my rescue. Now that I am set free from my flab,
I feel incredible!
Mr. Incredible may be saving the day, one day at a time but
lemme tell ya, People in peril, Medifast saved our health,
one shake at a time!
Medifast is more than a DIEt product. It is a
LIVEit product!
You can be a flab fighting superhero like Terry and me.
Together we’ve lost 195 pounds and have kept it off for
nearly two years.
The reason you are where you are at this point in your life
is because of all the choices you’ve made up to this point.
Unlike NBC’s latest reality show: The Biggest Loser…that
continually reminds viewers that “only one person can be The
Biggest Loser”…please know that with Medifast, everyone can
be the biggest loser!
Medifast makes it possible to reach your optimal weight and
to maintain your improved health.
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