Less is More

This is who I am. I am 54, almost 55. Twice in my life I have dieted down to a good weight, once when I was 17, once when I was 28. When I was 51 I dieted from 284 to 190, which really felt great. I have a long, and mostly depressing, weight loss history. One might say, why try again, you obviously don’t have what it takes. 

That is something I am fighting through even now. If I have learned anything, it is hard for me. 

But I have to keep trying. I don’t feel very good these days. It’s true, obesity and yo-yo-ing is hard on your health. I have arthritis setting in and pre-hypertension. I hate going to the Dr., I mean really hate, and avoid it like the plague so it is kind of a scary place I find myself. 

I sit here writing about my weight like it defines me as a person. On the inside it does, even more than on the outside because I think about it every single day of my life and wish I could control my habits.

But there is more to me. I have been single for almost 20 years. I was married for 10. I have a beautiful daughter who is 24. I have nice friends. I am a professor at a small liberal arts university where I teach photography and direct the campus gallery. I am lucky in my job. My mother is 85 and living in a great assisted living apartment that she has adjusted to beautifully. At the moment life is going smoothly.

I love to kayak, hike, and camp. I am good at exercise, but no good at dieting. I also love to shop for clothes though that isn’t nearly so fun as it was 3 years ago when I was 50 lbs. lighter.

I live alone in a big beautiful house. I am not lonely very often though. I am the solitary type.

I have a feeling that I might edit this later but I wanted to put something up to define myself just a little.