I hate the term “diet.” A diet is something you start and don’t finish. It’s something that generally ends in failure. After nearly 50 years on this earth, I know enough about how everything works to understand that this has to be more about a lifestyle change than dieting.
I weighed in on Day One at 290.5 and grimaced like I’d just sucked a slice of lemon. The scale was just reaffirming what my pants were already telling me: “You’re fat, Jack. That’s a fact!”
Truthfully, I was a little bit relieved that I wasn’t at the 300 lb. mark. I’ve flirted with the big 3-Oh-Ohhhhh several times in my life, but I’ve always managed to steer clear. But here I am, within spitting distance of it.
You know, Richard Simmons' original program was called the Live-It program because of the "Die" in diet. Great men think alike? lol (Does mentioning Richard send shivers up and down your spine like it does my husband?)
ReplyDeleteI was close to the big 3 oh oh. It scared the sh*t out of me. Had I hopped on the scale that day and been 270 or below, I don't know that I would have sprung into action like I did.