I'm not sure if I ever told "my story."
It was 6 months before my 50th birthday, and I have a 2-block walk to the L in the morning. It was February and I exhausted after my 2-block walk. I found myself thinking that I felt like I was going to be 150 years old and not 50. It felt it was just wrong to feel that bad, and not be so old.
I was REALLY upset and REALLY depressed. I decided standing on the train platform that I would go back to WW. I was REALLY desperate.
"Go back," is the operative part of the sentence. I had tried and not been successful MANY times.
I told myself that I was going to do 2 things differently:
1) I was "pretend" the program worked and follow it faithfully. I was going to be honest. I was not going to make up my own rule and my own program. I needed to accept reality and fool myself into believing that portions were smaller, or eating in front of the open refrigerator made it not count.
2) I was going to attend meetings. I was not going to run in and just weigh-in and leave. I told myself that I was going to force myself and "pretend" I liked people.
Soon I stopped pretending because it worked. I also found that I really liked the meetings. I liked the people. I liked being accountable. I liked that no matter how bad the week might have been that I felt like I had a fresh start.
I still struggle with my weight. I am currently getting myself back to my goal weight, because it will make me happier and I owe it to my members.
I'm not sure I have ever showed my "before" and "after" photos, well, here they are, I went from a 44 inch waist to 34:
Before (the 3 that exist, and when I was going through a "thin" period. There are almost no photos of me, because I typically did not allow myself to be photographed)
After, about 80 or 90 pounds later (and very happy to be staying at the Boardwalk)
I hope this has come across as a lecture. I am just very passionate about smart eating, because I know that for me, my life was literally transformed by it.