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.