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Originally Posted by JuliaHavey
I could be wrong, I often am. BUT when I was 290 pounds, life wasn't simple.
I might get beat up for this (

) but I'm going to agree with you.
When I was lying in the delivery room and the nurses and my partner kept saying, "Come on, you can do it, push!", I would come right back with, "No... no I can't. I can't do this anymore."
It reminds me of my years of dieting, as odd as that sounds. I'd lose 10 pounds, gain back 15. Lose another 5, gain back 10. Yo-yo, weeeee! here we go on the diet rollercoaster again. And people would say to me, "Linda, you can do this. You can get that weight off." And I would come back with, "No... I can't. I just can't do it." I had myself CONVINCED I couldn't do it. It was all in my mind.
Well just like I finally 'beared down' and had that child, I did the same thing about my weight. And once the 'new me' was born, and I crossed the first few hurdles, it wasn't hard at all. I'd kick myself and say, "Jeez, the answer was under my nose all this time - eat less, move more."
Duh?
Yes, it's that simple.
Now, I'm not saying losing weight is easy. Because in many ways it's not. What's easy is the
concept. I say to myself all the time, "Now how freakin hard was it to watch my calories instead of stuffing my face every day and making excuses as to why I couldn't lose the weight?"
Boy, did I jump on the excuse wagon.
1) I'm not as young as I used to be, I won't be able to lose the weight now.
2) My metabolism must be screwed and I'm just going to have to live with it.
3) I don't even eat that much!
4) I don't have time to exercise.
Well, my age has been no barrier in losing weight (even though I'm not that old, but I simply meant I wasn't "in my 20's" anymore). My metabolism has nothing to do with it. Yes, I
DID eat too much, I just wasn't
aware of how much because I wasn't paying any attention. And it's not that I didn't have time to exercise, I was just too blasted lazy.
Once I realized I was only making excuses, that helped kick my butt into gear and start doing something about it. Because, like you, I couldn't even get up out of the tub. I avoided baths because I knew once I got down there, it would be **** trying to get back up. Now I enjoy them. And, like you, I hated even going out in public and when I did I'd throw on my 'fat' clothes to hide myself. Now I slip into a pair of jeans, throw on a favorite shirt and bounce out the door.
So no, this isn't the hardest thing I've ever done. The hard part was giving myself that initial push and finding the determination and willpower. After that? Piece of cake.
I know I'm stuck and I'm used to being stuck and I also know that the closer I get to goal, the longer it's gonna take to get the rest of the weight off. It could take another year for me to lose the last 8-10 pounds. But I'm not
unhappy where I'm at, so it's not bothering me all that much. It'll come off... in time. It's a heck of a lot better than 220 pounds.