I’m going to do a brave thing with this post. I’m going to talk about my weight.
I’ve been metabolically challenged since I was about ten. Over the years, I’ve probably done about 80% of all the eating programs out there, with varying degrees of success—usually slow with such plans as Weight Watchers.
I’ve been quite successful with some programs—How to Lower Your Fat Thermostat (Neuropsychology of Weight Control), South Beach, The Fast Metabolism Diet, and most recently Take Shape for Life.
The odds are not in our favor as far as keeping weight off. I've lost enough weight in big batches to build a large adult male. If I added up all my smaller stints, I'll bet it's equivalent to a small woman.
What makes it come back?
It can be temptations (we eat what we eat because we like the food), or lack of support at home (sabotage by loved ones). Sometimes our bodies even fight us. For example, have you read that New York Times article about the weight regain by The Biggest Loser contestants?
It’s not just discouraging, it’s plain depressing. I have wondered many time why I keep trying. I’m active. I work out. I try to eat right. Why can't I be smaller?
So, I decided to take the plunge and try Take Shape for Life. The thing that encourages me that this time could be THE time is that I have a health coach. She and her husband (a fellow writer), together, lost about 200 pounds on this program, and they’re keeping it off.
The key is the support. I’ve never had much with other programs I’ve tried.
*takes a deep breath*
Last April 20th, I weighed 241.8 pounds (I’m 5’9”). *cringes* And that's not the most I've ever weighed--that was 249 pounds (without being pregnant).
As of last Monday, I weighed 191.6.
**begins rant** Can you believe my stupid body wouldn’t give up that lousy .2 pounds so I could say I’d lost 50!!??! **endrant**
Here’s my before picture next to my current picture.
|And believe it or not, I was sucking that gut in on the left.|
I wish the one on the right showed my waist (which is smaller than my abdomen--much smaller).
Do I worry that people who know me say are thinking things like:
There goes Donna again. How long will she keep it off this time?
Heck, I have my own little demon sitting on my shoulder asking me this very question. So, do I fret?
Am I hopeful?
Heck yes! My freaking slip fell off walking to my office last week!
I want good health. I want to be here for my grandkids for a long time.
Dang it, I’ve got a lot more books to write.