Fat, frumpish, 52, fed up
 

Greetings:

I've posted here and there, been an inactive member for a long time. I got some shock therapy this past week when I found my weight had zoomed up to 197 pounds, the absolute worst I've ever been.

My biggest problem is getting myself to sit down and eat. I eat standing up, here and there, bite of this and a bite of that. My work feeds (ha! ha!) that pretty nicely. I'm a court reporter, doing just deposition work. I frequently have to wait a while for lunch -- tried doing a lot of planning with high-protein bars, etc., that I carry, and it kind of backfired by feeding (ha! ha!) into my problem with grazing.

Can't stand it any more. I hate how I look, and those 50s-decade phrases like "the rest of my life, quality of same" are running through my brain full force. So here I am. I spent a lot of time yesterday poking about this site which is really such a labor of love -- thanks, you original three chicks -- and saw much of interest.

So here I am. Fat, frumpish, 52, fed up with this part of my life not working.

It sounds like you've had your "light bulb" moment, just like I did. I truly believe that those moments of clarity are the absolute best beginnings. Just your being here & posting shows your commitment so take some pride in that and stop seeing yourself as fat & frumpish. Maybe now you're "ready, rejuvenated and reinventing" yourself instead. (Sorry, I couldn't work your age into the alliteration but age is just a number anyway, right?) :)