Who would have ever thought that I'd end up at 53 with rolls and rolls of unwanted and unsightly fat complements. I sure never did. Being 5'4 and of normal (not slight, not big...) frame, I have been lucky for a very long time to not ever have to deal with the fluctuations of numbers on a scale. That is.... until recently. Or is not so recently? It wasn't that long ago that I stood on my bathroom scale and I almost had a stroke. I stepped off it. Then back on it again .... but to no avail. The number did not budge. Not one little line. And I decided then and there my scale was broken. Because this.... this could simply not be. Never mind that I had gone from buying clothes in a size 2 to a whopping size 12 (of course I'd had two children in between), and never mind that I had stopped looking in the mirror (and when I did not see LOL). Anyways, the broken scale in my bathroom warranted an urgent trip to Walmart (My not so favorite store) where i bought a really nice and ergonomic bathroom scale that promised the user "to be the MOST accurate scale on the market". And I stepped on it. And again, and again, and again. This simply could not be. This was a conspiracy of the highest order!! This had to be some sort of conspiracy. It simply had to be. But it wasn't. The number displayed, that awful number displayed just told me that my weight had reached 183 Lbs. At 5'4, I had managed to get to 183 Lbs. Quite an achievement, I must admit.
The next two, three or four months were spent in much of a daze and of starting a new diet every couple of days. Need I add, without much success in either. Until that fateful day I tried to get into a dress I had seen at Macy's. As I had done the last few years, I reached for my habitual size 12. The dress was lovely and it would sure make me look younger, thinner, better! Except that ..... I couldn't get the darn thing over my hips. And when I finally managed to squirm myself into that "tiny" dress, it turned out that my boobs also, had decided to take on some size. When had they ever started growing? Geez, ..... I slowly became aware that there would not be the slightest chance to ever looking good in the dress; never mind to zip it up..... Depression hit! And it hit hard.
One day, watching Dr. Oz (I never do because I absolutely think those shows to be ,,, let's say'''' uninteresting) i saw it! T'was like an epiphany. Talk about trying fad diets, belts who melt fat in your sleep, pills that attack only certain parts of your body, lotions and gels that promise to "melt" and "smooth" every part of your body. I don't think there is one I did not try. My husband and my kids make fun of me when I watch those infomercials of all those infamous things that really, people.... really ..... do not work. But I saw green coffee bean extract. And beat me. Make fun at me. Poke me..... I don't care. because i bought it and decided that with it I would follow a sensible diet and I would try - yes i said try - to walk a couple miles each day. Nothing strenuous. Nothing hard. And peoples of the blog. IT'S WORKING. I have lost 12.5 pounds in the last four weeks. And I believe, that I believe this supplement is helping me to lose the fat. I know that walking helps. I know that eating sensibly helps too. I also know that I had tried those things before. Seriously and without results. So I don't care. I've found my "thing". And if it helps, who is to say i shouldn't use it?
And then today, I just decided that I should blog about it. Every week! And for one year. I've never made any new years resolutions before because they are usually the first to not be taken seriously. But this blogging thing, this is me staying on top of my weight loss .... This is me keeping an eye on my life. And if at 53 I can be fat, insecure, unhealthy, tired, not motivated, there is no saying what I will become when my energy comes back, when the pounds keep flying off, when my health and well-being returns ... Life for sure will then begin! At 54!!
