Sunday, March 11, 2012
As I've gotten older, the one thing I have come to realize is that change is inevitable. I can fight it or adapt, and adapting is not always easy. Some might say that, at 66, I'm set in my ways (might?).
I've learned most of the jargon associated with weight loss, but that's never made me lose weight. I've tried programs with meals that I had to buy (pretty expensive eating) and, though I did lose weight, when I didn't buy the meals, the weight came back. I've tried extreme diets--some with great success, but eventually the weight returned. I've paid for programs with ideas for meals, exercise, life style changes; bottom line: the money's gone and the weight is still hanging around.
My reasons for wanting to lose may have changed through the years, but the underlying reason was wanting acceptance from others. I wanted them to do what I could not: accept me as I was...and they did, but I didn't want to believe they really did.
What's different this time? I'm not so sure that I know exactly, but I've become oh, so willing to change the path I've journeyed for so many years. I want to be healthy; I want to live to watch grandchildren grow up; I want to watch my children grow older. I will not toss out my scales that weigh me or my food; I will not give up foods that I love; I will not complain about past failures. I will move forward day by day, enjoying my progress; I will stay in touch with people who share my journey and support my efforts/success; I will track my food because it keeps me honest with myself. I won't keep doing what I've done for years, and I will embrace change!