This is THE day. The day I made the decision to stop over-eating, cut out sugar and to really dig in and try. It's either this or weight loss surgery and that scares me too much. At 52 years old, I've been heavy all my life, but glad to say I am not at my "heaviest" weight. About 8-10 years ago, while watching our mother go from an active 60 year old to a 68 year old in a care facility after letting her body go, not moving from her chair to have any sort of activity, going on oxygen because of a life-long battle with nicotine, and drinking more than her body could handle, my older sister and I began going to a nutritionist. My sister, much heavier than I was, lost over 200 pounds - more like 250 pounds, just eating more fruits, veggies and cutting out all sugar, and exercising more. Like her, I lost weight, but "only" 40 pounds, but I was right along with her on her exercise and tried to eat better, and we continue to go to the 24 hr gym we joined at 4:30 am to make sure we get the walking in, the weights, etc. Having a husband and daughters, it was harder for me since she is a single person. This is the year that I find MYSELF. That I allow myself to finally lose the 150 pounds that I need to lose. That I do it- for ME ( all my kids are now on their own- there goes that excuse!).
I've had so many people say "it's just harder with a family" or "you have to be ready"... the list goes on and on and on. Truth is, I'm a food addict. I wake up thinking about breakfast. The prior years have taught me this much, which is an accomplishment in my opinon, but now is the time to put all these declarations out there, to use the past to my advantage, and to finally get the weight off and once and for all be on the other side..maintaining and not struggling to get it off.
Let's do this!