Sunday, August 26, 2012
Since the birth of my third child, back in 1990, I've been overweight. I began my first diet when my next child, 1993, was nearly a year old. With a copy of Butter Busters in hand, I cut my caloric intake by drastically cutting nearly all fat from my diet. And I lost weight.
But of course, returning to my old dietary habits soon had me gaining weight even faster than those few pounds had come off.
Fifth child, 1995. Sixth child, 1996...seventh child, 2001. Hysterectomy, 2005. Nearly 100 pounds overweight, 2011. And I was finally miserable enough to make a change.
In my typical fashion, I started doing research to determine what best to do about it.
2012... January dawned on a 48 year old me. I'd just been a part of a biggest loser group on facebook...and nearly won. But the weight loss had been extremely slow, and Christmas baking had derailed me to the tune of 20 pounds or so.
Then February 7, at about 10:30 that morning, I got the news that my Daddy had just died, apparently of a "massive" heart attack.
It took about 2 days for the closing parenthesis to my life to become real to me. I'm so much like my father...same hair...same eyes...same hands...and same love of dessert. And he'd just followed in his mother's footsteps...now it was my turn. Problem with that is, my grandmother had died from heart disease at only 67. Now Daddy had followed suit at only 70. I figured that all things being equal, I only had about 20 years left to enjoy my children and grands. And that is simply not acceptable.
Thus began this new path of my journey.