February 23, 2021 – Ah, yes, a friend and I were meeting at the time I wrote this post and whaddya know? She went on to lose weight and I stopped in my tracks. Well, that’s not exactly fair, since I embarked on my own journey of trying – once again – to get to the crux of my weight issues. At my age (62) I’m pretty sure that dealing with the symptoms (i.e. being fat) is not going to cure the disease (why I’m fat).
This was the first in many posts mentioning my life-long love/hate relationship with my body, food, and all-things diet.
You will find that I have quite a few “self-help” books about weight. Some are to help me love myself “where I am” and others are to motivate me to lose.
My weight loss story is as long as it is varied. In the 1970s, when I was a young teen, I had an exercise band that wrapped around my doorknob. I did leg lifts and sit up things. And I starved myself. Back then, before my metabolism was shot to hell, I could lose five pounds in two days. Ah, those were the days! Oh, and by the way, I wasn’t even fat. Go figure.
In the 1980s, after having children and gaining 100 pounds, I tried Overeaters Anonymous (OA), Weight Watchers and this dumb passive exercise table from some “spa” in the mall. You didn’t do anything but lie there and drink diet-shakes for breakfast and dinner. Which…
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