Goody - that means I can go horseback riding tomorrow!
Liz - are you referring to the regular Myoplex or Myoplex Lite shakes? The Ready-to-Drinks (gag) or the powder? I've never had the regular Myoplex but I really love the Myo Lite Cappuchino Ice, Chocolate, Vanilla. Strawberry is okay. I got the Chocolate Lovers once and there were some flavors (the chocolate mint in particular) that I didn't care for especially. You might want to try adding flavor extracts or a little vanilla SF/FF instant pudding mix (about 2-3 tablespoons) to the blender.
Of course you don't HAVE to use Myoplex at all. There are a lot of MRPs out there - Labrada's Lean Body for Her is good (unfortunately I think it only comes in three flavors). There was actually a good article at Nutros.com about MRPs recently - check here
http://www.nutros.com/Nutros/home/ne...ypeid=4&nid=81 (Although I wouldn't buy from them - very pricey - stick to the L&S netrition link or vitaglo).
I'm having another GREAT day. Bi's and Tri's, 20 minutes HIIT cardio this morning...I've already had 3 liters of water and it's not even noon yet. What I do is when I wake up, I have two big glasses of water before I go to the gym, another big glass after I get home, another glass with my first meal. When I get to work, I have four water bottles that are 1/2 a liter each. I fill them up and my goal is to empty and fill them up twice (8 bottles' worth total during the workday) by 5 pm. Three liters make around a gallon, right? The Metric system is not my forte! I usually have one Diet Coke or Mug Diet Root Beer after work and maybe another glass of water (I like to SLEEP at night

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Mox - since this is your first Challenge, you SHOULD have a full free day (try not to make it a 12-hour binge though). Believe me, if you're eating clean the rest of the week, eventually you'll find that the stuff you used to crave isn't calling as strongly to you, or you can't eat nearly as much of it without getting ill!
I found the following on another board - thought it was worth posting here (I only post here and at L&S):
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Why I want to stay the same..
* Because I really feel wonderful after I stuff my face with too much food and drink too much. Isn’t that bloated, stuffed whale/combined with huge amounts of guilt feeling WONDERFUL? Better than sex or drugs!
* I love agonizing over clothes shopping. Spending huge amounts of time and money trying to find something that hides my ikky parts, all the while trying to avoid the mirror. It’s great though. I feel so crappy that I head off for a comfort feed afterwards to drown my sorrows where I can wistfully discuss how I used to fit into X size, and how I’m trying so hard BUT NOTHING WORKS.
* When co-workers come to work with those chocolate nummies I can eat them freely. Afterall, I’d hate for them to think that I didn’t like them as a person or anything. They could never understand that I might be trying to better myself and I’d hurt their feelings if I turned down their baked goods. My head would fall off I know it. And I would be socially ostracized forever. I wouldn’t be invited to the candle parties anymore.
* I love the feeling of dread that hits my tummy when we have a social occasion that involves either formal wear or a swimsuit! But I’ve found there are wonderful ways to wear beach towels and if you take charge of the cooler, they don’t expect you to get wet. At formal occasions, it’s best to pretend you have a sore ankle so you don’t have to get up from behind the table. Being ikky, makes me so much more creative!
* Wouldn’t it be AWFUL to discover that if you could actually MAKE SOMETHING HAPPEN? Yikes. That could mean well….all sorts of things that I’d rather not think about. It’s much easier to just say I’ve tried everything and IT’S NOT MY FAULT.
Why I want to change…
* I’ll have loads of technical exercise info that I can wow people with at parties. I can get self righteous like a reformed smoker and lecture to people while they stuff their faces while I flex my biceps. Parties may actually become entertaining!
* I can’t wait to go shopping with my girlfriends who aren’t doing anything to help themselves. They’ll be handy at running back and forth to get me smaller sizes because I don’t know what size I wear anymore! I’ll be sure to still complain about how far I have to go though as I try them on!
* If I can’t eat the chocolate nummies, I’ll make sure my colleagues don’t want to either! I can look up the nutrient ratios of the chocolate and post it with a sign as to how long it would take to burn that off. My knowledge will stun them and it wastes time while I look the info up on the internet. Cool. I might not be invited to candleparties, but I’ll probably get a promotion.
* I can’t wait to be the one everyone talks about at parties. About how I’m taking some weird drug, or that it’s just “good genes”. When people ask me what I’m doing, I’ll just smile mysteriously and make mention of a “support group”. They’ll think I’ve joined some weird cult or something. What fun.
* I look forward to challenging people to see how many push ups they can do and watch their eyes fill with fear.
* I’ll finally realize that it is indeed a science and I’ll know how to eat right and exercise. I may not continue, but just think of all the money I’ll save on buying useless diet books and magic pills.
* I’ll realize that I can take action and have an impact. A warning to the next person who cuts me off in the parking lot!