Well my love of junk food has finally caught up with me. I’m not as young as I used to be, I’m not chasing little kids around, and I still love to eat like I was 20. It now shows. What doesn’t show is the almost 4 lbs I lost this week. Very scary.
To put things into a little perspective, I weighed in at a whopping 118 lbs when I graduated high school. Gained weight with each pregnancy but managed to get most of the baby weight off afterward. Of course I was chasing more and more kids around and I was still in my twenties.
Once thirty hit I started falling apart and put on a few pounds. At forty I was disintegrating fast. I hurt everywhere and climbing up and down to our second floor apartment was the most excercise I got. I put on more weight; however it did come off when my son and I joined Weight Watchers. In fact I am a lifetime member. For all the good it does me now. My goal weight now is more than what my starting weight was then. How sad is that?
I’m fast approaching the big 50; my cholesterol is up, my weight is up, my activity level is down and I need to take care of it before the Dr pushes meds on me. I won’t do the cholesterol meds unless all other options fail. I have become very attached to my liver.
My battle of the bulge(s) started last week. Measuring my cereal, doing nothing but eating when I sit down to eat, and trying to choose healthy alternatives over what I really want. A lot of my strategy is going to be mind over matter. It has worked for the first week, I am down over three lbs. Next week’s update will tell if my willpower can overcome the junk food I love.