Thursday, March 07, 2013
I didn't gain weight overnight - I gained it over 2 years. 40lbs to be exact. 20lbs a year.
Ouch. That was some serious margarita and cheesecake overload.
When I became overweight, I went into a weird kind of denial. Anorexics see themselves as too fat when they are too thin. I was the reverse; I saw myself as thin even I went from a size 4 to 14.
As I bought larger and larger pants, I rationalized that I just had a 'few' pounds to lose. "We all put on a little weight," I thought.
A friend of mine recently developed an old roll of film (from when we still had film cameras!). I was truly stunned by who I saw. Was it really me?
This one wasn't from that roll, but I came across it today and noted the date: March 7, 2003. Exactly 10 years ago today.
Maybe I'll be brave enough to share the others one day.
It took me about 10 years to figure out all the right pieces to reverse this. I fit into a size 4 or 6 (depending on the designer) these days. The muffin top, side rolls and double chin are gone.
My body's not perfect. My butt is J-lo like; my thighs touch. I can pinch an inch (hurray for Spanx!) You'll never see me post a bikini photo for my success story - it feels too exposed (no pun intended).
As I get older, I see the clock ticking with the growing lines on my face. I discover a few gray hairs emerging now and then. Tomorrow I won't be as young as I am today.
And yet I am still healthier and happier than I was 10 years ago.
Even if it took me 10 years, it all started with day one.