I admit it. I gained 20 pounds back after losing 55 a couple years ago. It was quite a challenge losing the weight after nine pregnancies and approximately 17 years of breast feeding. But, it had to be done. I felt awful and looked worse. There were so many rolls on my sides and back that I resembled a five-foot-six caterpillar. Or a washboard. Regardless, I was sick and tired; low energy and low morale. I’d tried a few fad diets (grapefruit, cabbage soup, and low-carb-high-protein among others). Finally, did something outrageous. I gave up coffee (a little coffee in my cream and sugar), alcohol (who needs a margarita every day), and started to exercise (Hip-Hop Abs, yeah baby)!
Within a year I lost 30 pounds. The next 25 were more challenging. I joined a local program called “Slim4Life.” It was so hard to meet with a program counselor four to five times a week and be honest. I tried to use the two or three days in-between visits to scarf down cookies, pie, bagels with cream cheese, and any other forbidden foods I could clench my teeth on.
“Hmmm,” the counselor would remark, “by now you should have lost x-pounds…”
“Hmmm,” I would nod. “Interesting. Guess my metabolism is slow.” I hoped I thoroughly wiped the chocolate from the corners of my mouth before walking in.
Suffice it to say, I eventually reached my goal weight of 135 pounds. Fast forward to the present and here I am almost 20 pounds heavier and too cheap to go out and buy new clothes. The only solution is to wear stretch pants and get back on track. I am going to blog my progress for the next 21 days to a happier, healthier lifestyle. Let’s see what happens!