In my lifetime I must have tried at least a couple hundred different kinds of diets. I started to notice that I wasn’t the cute little Shirley Temple look alike I thought I was when I turned nine or ten. I’ve been fighting the battle of the bulge ever since.
I’ve tried starving myself – counting calories – Weight Watchers – Jenny Craig and others like her – Atkins – Low carb/high fat – vegetable soup diet – Keto and so many more. They all had one thing in common. I’d lose a few pounds right away and gain it all back with an additional five within a month.
My stretch marks were getting stretch marks. I was entering high school large enough to play center on the football team. Unfortunately, girls in football were not a thing at that time. When I started dating my high school sweetheart and lifetime partner, I outweighed him by fifty pounds. Come to think of it I still do.
Years passed and the yo-yo dieting continued. I was one of those eaters that ate because she liked food. Depression – mood swings – hormones – metabolism had nothing to do with it. That is until I got pregnant and added another forty pounds to my already chubby self.
Now I’m at a point in life when I know that losing several pounds would take some of the extra load from what I carry on my aging legs. However, I was told by the doctor last week that my knees are really in good shape for my age. Walking is an option, but there are all the respiratory issues. See – I have an excuse for everything.
So as life continues to put up with me, I’ve decided to forget about dieting and start enjoying life. Excuse me, while I go slice another piece of cake.
I too have struggled with my weight my entire life.
The only diets that every worked for me were ones in which I still was able to enjoy my food. And exercise had to be something doable and sustainable. The thing I struggle with right now is TIME. Seriously, if I don’t make it to the gym by 5 am, I’ve run out of time because the window for working out is just that narrow. I do know that if I walk everyday, I can lose weight an keep it off—just by walking!
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What was the concept of the story about the old man who went to a restaurant and ordered dessert? I think it was, when asked why? He said that he couldn’t eat as much as he used to, and he was tired of not having dessert. So, he was going to enjoy life while he still had it. It went something like that. Enjoy!
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I like that guy❤️
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I don’t diet— I use to be more active— doing all the yard work, the housework and even spent time exercising— then grandkids came, Gregory retired and life was no longer my husband wn— so yes— just enjoy and don’t waste time or energy fighting— everything in moderation— I keep telling myself that every time I opt for more butter
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That would be life us no longer my own but how intuitive of autocorrect to add it as my husband 🤣😂
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Sometimes autocorrect k own just what to say 😃
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I’ve grown accustomed to my fat – like breathing out and breathing in. Does that stir another tune in your brain?
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Yes thank you very much my fair lady😑
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You’re very welcome❤️
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Still humming and 🎤 🎵 singing
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Lol😜
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As
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Or is— you choose
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Oh and that veterinarian diet works sadly— just ask Percy
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The CONE OF SHAME.
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Your experience with going on a diet, where you lose a few pounds very fast and then gain it all back, plus a few more pounds, is typical, from what I understand. I believe it’s because God created us with a metabolism that slows down during times of famine. It’s great for keeping us alive, but not great for losing weight.
My husband has been in a weight loss program for the past nine years. It’s a struggle. One of the things he does is wear a pedometer to keep track of how many steps he walks in a day. He recently got a new pedometer, and gave me his old one.
Yesterday I wore the pedometer for the first time. At the end of the day, I took it off and checked to see how many steps I had walked around the house. 7,777! What are the odds of that?
This morning I woke up tired. So far, I have only walked 907 steps…
I like your idea of just accepting yourself as you are and enjoying life. You want a good, used pedometer? 😂
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Oh when I was teaching speech one year, all the kids were given a pedometer to keep track of steps. It got to be very competitive as some of the kids tried adding steps by shaking the
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I think I’ll stick to eating in moderation the things I like and not worry about it. I’m not so bad for an old broad.
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I am trying those 15 lbs myself. I hate it because I think about food constantly
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How much did the kidney stone weigh? You may be surprised😉
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Lol not enough
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