The day I began
I have always been a kinda chunky girl. The girl with curves. Could be a model someday if I could take care of that little bit of tummy. I would really be a stunner IF ONLY I could lose that extra bit of weight.
All the “well meaning” advice from everyone. I still remember my grandma telling me (I was 10 at the time) that I would have to have surgery on my stomach one day to get rid of my belly, because unfortunately the drs wouldn’t let her do it for me yet. Um, no kidding. Maybe a better idea would have been to take away the donuts.. but I digress.
I’ve come to realize that eating one, sometimes two, meals a day is a fabulous way to become obese. Jack in the box was (is?) my drug, and boy is it a hard one to kick. Is there such thing as a burger addict? I have started to go to weekly meetings for it (weight watchers!) so I guess there is. They even give you a little star when you stick to the plan.
Like a drug, it’s a daily, sometimes minute to minute, fight not to give in. It’s a lifetime commitment against burgers and curly fries.
Now it’s time for a little less talk and a lot more action.