It's Time For A Lot Less Of Me
Well, here I sit at 52 years old (how did THAT happen?), 5 feet tall, and almost forty pounds overweight. I have no muscle tone (due to avoiding exercise of all types for many years!). I have a closet full of clothes, in sizes 3 and 5. I left that size in the dust months long ago!!!! Even my underwear covers one cheek at a time...I can even pick which.
My husband, who truly loves me, has started making little comments...a lot of little comments. Then we laugh (although I laugh knowing he's right!!!).
I work in a dental office and wear scrubs everyday. Scrubs were great for a while because they allowed growing room. NO ROOM LEFT, folks!!! I can't fit into most of my scrubs anymore.
I eat constantly. Junk food is my lover. I just can't seem to get started on a weight loss program. I get depressed because I'm fat, then I eat because I am depressed, then I get depressed because I ate... (Gee, bet I'm unique there, huh?)
I quit smoking almost two years ago, and weight has poured on. I'm glad I quit smoking, but I am also glad that I didn't know how much weight I would gain. Don't get me wrong...I know the reason for my weight gain. It's because of my non-stop eating. Anyone else here ever have a pint of ice cream for breakfast? I should say IN ADDITION TO BREAKFAST. Not just once here, folks! Several times last week (who am I kidding, this week also), I had ice cream BEFORE and after dinner. It's not just the ice cream, it's EVERYTHING.
I'm married, no children (except my two cats, who are my babies!),have exercise equipment (makes great dust catchers!), exercise videos, swimming pool (that I do use...me in a swimsuit, that's a whole other story!)
Help!!!! Lexi
HELP!!!!!
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