The last time I lost weight was four years ago, 50 pounds over 2 years.
In the last two years, 33 pounds crept back on.
In the last month, I’ve lost a couple pounds and several waistline inches just from a little eating better and concentrating on MUFAs (good *mono* fats).
My top weight measurements were something around 57-58-56. That’s almost five feet around!
Scary. I couldn’t stand or walk more than a few minutes without pain. I would park illegally to avoid having to walk a half mile and sit while others were standing.
As the weight came back on I never got that bad again, but I could see that it was coming. I was getting there, again.
Not being able to move, hating the lump I had become, hating myself for not doing anything about it, losing the life I want to live - these were the things that motivated me to come back and do this one last time.
For many this is life or death and I’m sure I’m one. But for me it is also *life* or living death. I just can’t have any kind of life I’m interested in if I don’t take care of the overweight, how I feel, move and look.
So, this if for life. Welcome to my world!
