My Decision to Lose Weight

So as I posted yesterday, I was at my heaviest at 224 lbs.  That was several years ago.  I remember not caring what I ate.  And eat I did.  Then I would feel guilty for all that I was eating and would decide to diet.  I would always start my diet on Monday and by Wednesday, I would forget that I was suppose to be dieting.  But there was always another Monday, when I would attempt to diet again.  And this cycle went on for years.

I joined and rejoined Weight Watchers too many times to count.  I never lasted very long on the program.   And then I tried the South Beach Diet and lost several pounds.  I got down to 211.  South Beach was fairly easy as long as I never ate any bread, potatoes or pasta.

Then my rock hard, fitter than fit daughter, Maria, convinced me to start working out.  I was a couch potato and loved it.  Even though the word EXERCISE has 8 letters, it was definitely a 4 letter word to me.  Walking?  Didn’t Tim Russert die after walking on a treadmill?  That would really make me mad if I died after a work out.  But I knew my daughter was right.  I had to start getting my body in motion.

I found a trainer and worked my butt off 2-3 times a week.  I was tired after my workouts but I felt alive.   John and I also joined Gold’s Gym and I either swam every day or walked/run on the tread mill.  I continued on  a low carb diet and got down to 188.  I maintained that weight for two years.

Slowly but surely the weight started to creep back on.  I quit the trainer and we quit Gold’s Gym and the couch once again became my best friend.  My “thin” clothes were getting so tight that I had to I break out my “fat” clothes.   And I had plenty of “fat” clothes.  Thank God I kept them for a rainy fat day.  And boy did it rain.

Then that deciding moment in my life hit.  My grandson, who was a freshman last year at Eureka High School and the starting quarterback on the freshman football team, called me.  He said “Grandma, it is a custom for the football players to ask someone special to wear their jersey to the first game.  I would like you to wear mine.”  Oh my gosh!  I was so honored.  He brought me the jersey and when he left, I tried it on.  I could not get it on.  I sure tried.  I stretched it and prayed it would fit but there was no way his jersey in any way shape or form was going to fit me.  I sheepishly called him and said “Cameron, I am so honored that you asked me to wear your jersey, but I can’t get it on.”  He was so nice and understanding.  And I was ashamed.

I decided my time had come.  It was time in my life that I needed to do something about my weight.  So 1 year ago, on September 4th, 2012, I joined Weight Watchers for the last time in my life.  According to Weight Watcher’s scale I weighed 201.  On my scale (which I like a whole lot better) I weighed 199.

And this is where my journey begins.

To be continued….