Are you kidding me?

This is exactly what I thought sitting in the little orientation for the Methodist Hospital weight management program.... "Are you fucking kidding me?"  $800 dollars a month (for at least the first 3 months) for this program.  Surely, you can't be serious?  I am serious, and don't call me Shirley.  Um, thanks for the pen, but no thanks.  I will do this on my own. 

It's a fascinating thought though.  Too bad I don't have an extra GRAND a month to do this.  But it brings up an interesting point that I am willing to make some serious commitments to this journey if I had really even considered this program to begin with. 

Not only would the financial commitment be considerable, but the mental changes required would be  significant.  So apparently I am ready to make these changes because if I had the money, you bet your sweet ass I'd sign up. 

Major changes include dramatically changing the way I eat, but I actually don't mind a low carbohydrate diet.  In addition, I need to go reduced fat.  And the most difficult of all will be the drinking.  However, this will be a nice test to see how strong I can really be.  So how will I start this?  Hmmmm, I am not sure.  I'm tempted to start cold turkey and just immediately eliminate the "bad" stuff from going into my pie hole.  But there is a part of my brain telling me to step down off the carbs and booze.  Food for thought.