All Italian girls go blonde at sixty. It''s the law.
I wasn't always overweight. I wasn't always older than dirt either.
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I am a carb addict. There's no getting around it. I have no off button where the consumption of carbohydrates is concerned, especially the sweet and starchy ones.
This got me into a lot of trouble around the time Susan Powter started making all her noise. That's when the yo-yoing began. And that's when I embarked upon my steady progression to twice the weight I was before I got it into my head to be "healthy."
Once every year or two, I take it upon myself to virtually starve myself in anticipation of a trip, or a cruise, or an event. And I do generally manage to get to where I want to be. A week later, I'm carb-loading like nobody's business, and three months later, I weigh more than I did when I started. Rinse, lather, repeat, times decades.
Now let's throw low carb dieting into the mix. Who would have thought I'd ever get sick of bacon? That's right down there with eating my own young in my realm of possibilities. But I got sick of bacon. I lusted after crabgrass, milkweed, drywall, and would probably have sneaked in a horse apple or two if I was fairly certain no one was looking. Oh, and I didn't lose weight.
This craziness has got to stop. I'm going to try something new - eating healthy, and in moderation. We'll see if I can undo almost forty years worth of damage. Stranger things have happened. Like getting sick of bacon, for instance.
I deserve better than this. And I'm going to have it. (Oh, and up yours, Susan P. Sincerely. I stopped the insanity. Now, shut up.)
1. Reach a normal BMI and then stay there.
2. Become and remain physically fit.
3. Get out of debt.
4. Retire by the ocean, by seventy at the latest.
5. Declutter, and make my home a haven.
6. Empty nest. Oh please, jeebus, empty nest!
7. Write the Great American Novel. Or even a crappy one. I'm flexible.
Moderation and thinking healthy. (Sometimes I even translate that into action.)
Sister, daughter, mother, grandmother, wife, friend, wedding officiant, big mouthed Libertarian, envelope-pusher, and lover of critters and naps. Wine, chocolate, and diamonds are good too. That about covers it.
Older than dirt. Army Brat. Army Wife. German and Italian. Like my silver hair. Like my silver fox husband. Like Minnesota when it's not snowing and forty below. Would like my 26 year old son and 30 year old daughter more if that revolving door ever friggin stopped revolving.
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| current weight: 250.4