Oh look -- I'm right back where I started. And I'm not all that shocked by this outcome. I wish I could feign surprise, supply myself with valid excuses ... but that's not the case. I simply stopped trying. And if anyone thinks that weight-loss can be maintained without supreme, daily, effort -- they are deluding themselves.
I wasn't delusional.
I was just lazy.
I remember the first bad decision I made. October 13, 2015. Free Popcorn at the
I never thought I'd be a human yo-yo. All though my childhood; I watched my Dad balloon up to 300# and then drop to a 160# (looking like a survivor of a work camp)... and then do it all over again.
"I would rather just be fat than go through that misery.", I remember thinking to myself.
And so I was fat... all through my teens and my 20's... and I did very little to try and remedy the situation.
But here I am. I finally found a great way
Sooo... I have been trying to blog about this for at least a month now... but I've been way too embarrassed.
I don't even know where to begin -- and that is part of the problem. I stopped paying attention. I stopped weighing myself every day... and then when I did weigh myself and see the numbers creeping up... I would lose 2 or 3 of the five pounds gained and call it good. And then when I couldn't get the other 2 or 3 pounds off, I just let is slide. And it would have been
When I weighed nearly 300 pounds -- I often felt completely defeated. There didn't seem to be any point in try to lose the weight, because my "goal weight" (according to height/weight charts) of 127 pounds felt completely unattainable. I was constantly exhausted -- the thought of doing any physical activity (even just walking around the neighborhood with friends) was distressing to me because I knew I would get too tired too quickly. But again, what was the point of trying? There was
I jumped off the wagon at Christmas time. I would like to say that I "fell off the wagon" -- because it sounds so much more like an accident... but I knew exactly what I was doing when I did it.
Christmas Eve I decided I would eat whatever I wanted through until the day after Christmas. I had been a rock-star at this whole dieting thing for the the entire rest of the year... and I was fed up.
But Christmas Eve/Christmas Day came and went ... and so did
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