The liquid diet shakes claim on their packaging to be delicious. And perhaps they would be, if they didn't taste so much like protein flavored mud. Oh the package says chocolate, but if anyone actually thinks this stuff is "chocolaty" then they have clearly been eating their chocolate after some other creature has digested it. This is what your chocolate would taste like if Drew Carey ate it first.
"Five filling shakes" is what the plan consists of. And the shakes are, indeed, filling. They are filling in the way that mud is filling, because your body has no hope of digesting them. They are filling because after tasting one you learn to fear hunger, to fear the impetus that would bring you back to the kitchen to acquire another vile concoction. A recently published paper claims that researchers can teach you to hate strawberry ice cream, but there is no teaching required for these noxious cocktails. You hate them because they are completely worthy of your hate.
It is at moments like those, when downing a second shit shake, that us fat people truly feel sorry for ourselves. Because our addiction is like no other. The alcoholic isn't required to suck down a 6-pack of near-beer every day just to give him a vague reminder of what the real stuff is like. Heroin addicts get methadone, but that's part of a transition away from heroin altogether. Nobody tells them "Here, take this shit for 6 months and then you'll be ready to start injecting the real stuff once more!"
The food addict is trapped by biology and those around him. He is trapped inside a too-big body that craves too much of a good thing. He is trapped by industries that constantly induce him to take his money and process it into artery filler. People blame fat people for even setting foot inside McDonald's, but what about McDonald's constant never-ending attempts to draw them through the golden arches. I would have sympathy for a sex addict forced to live in a strip club or a pot-addict whose job sent him to Jamaica.
So is there a solution? Yes. Slow, careful psychological change. Repeated exposure to filling nutritious low-calorie foods until they become desirable. Fresh vibrant vegetables that have some real taste to them rather than the soggy sorry browning crud that finds itself into most supermarkets.
Permanent weight loss is achieved through a sort of enlightenment. A transcendence of the sugary fatty cult that has stricken this country and a constant consciousness that a skinless chicken breast can be more than a match for a big mac if it's cooked with the right blend of spices and care.
Salvation isn't found in a glass of shit-flavored mud. My doctor even admitted that most people who lose weight that way gain it all back later, unequipped as they are to deal with a world where they can put actual things in their mouths. I tried it for a day, I was miserable though not hungry, and now I'm done. I'll keep the shakes around as a reminder of what can happen if I get off track with real dieting, and perhaps something to do from time to time when I want to shrink my stomach (that's something it does pretty darned well.) The quick fixes are just ways of ducking the issue. I'll leave that for the Republicans.