I was reading kaplods blog: Starting Over, Take 1,847 and found this post: Gaining respect for slow weight loss.
Wow. She touched on so many things that make sense to me, many of which I have thought about through the years.
My top weight was in July 2004. I haven’t weighed in months, but the *clothes fit* test tells me I’m at least over fifty pounds down from that. YEA! If I have only lost and kept off 10 pounds per year, that is still better, isn’t it? Better than gaining? Better than not losing? Better than where I was? You betcha!
I could get down on myself because last year I was over 75 pounds down. But, that’s not the point, is it? Where I am today is much more important.
And I learned a long time ago that the direction I am traveling is far more important that the speed I’m going.
IF I had not started working out (mildly) back in my early forties, I’m convinced I would have gotten up to 500 pounds and most likely be dead now. I certainly would have been an invalid for the last 10 years.
So. I’m not where I want to be, but, praise God, I’m not where I could have been, would have been.
IF it hadn’t been for my inconsistent efforts over the years, at working out, at weight loss, at eating better, I really believe I would have been a totally lost cause.
You see, foods not only put excess weight on me but bring horrible cravings and throw me in terrible clincal depression, rob me of hope, mire me in despair, bring on all other kinds of physical problems. You get the picture.
Now God has healed me of a lot of things, too. Like, I was supposed to die from blood sugar in my thirties and chronic bronchitis in my forties and have my gall bladder removed in my fifties. None of those happened and none are a problem any more. I no longer even have cravings much less the physical, mental and emotional rollercoaster I used to live by, so long as I eat semi-right.
So, slow weightloss is good weightloss.
Almost 20 years ago I became friends with a woman who had the stomach surgery over 20 years before. She was thin. But she was also very sick and made a point of telling me all the tragic health problems she had continued to have all those years, and about others she knew who also had huge problems from the surgery. She said she warned everyone.
She said, you don’t realize it, but you not only stop absorbing so many calories but also lose almost all the absorbtion of your nutrition.
Now, I’m not trying to start a fight. If you choose that way or are convinced it is your life saver… But I am glad I’m healed, and, I’m losing, not gaining.
It may be slow but I’m basically healthy and headed the right direction. I feel way better and move better and can do much more than I could do 3-4 sizes larger.
Besides, God is my medical system and this is working way better for me than what doctors can do, even with their newer, improved surgeries. Just my two cents, folks.
Play along: Have you ever experienced strong cravings for foods? What foods gave you the strongest cravings?
I’ll start: for me it was Mountain Dew and wheat.
