Saturday, March 09, 2013
There was an article in an old WW magazine about a man who had started at 640 pounds and gotten down to 190 in two years. An amazing story of a Weight Watcher who said he'd never cheated once during that entire time, and his weight proved it. The guy who wrote the article said that he drove to the interview smug in the attitude that he, himself, would never have let himself get to 640 pounds. Then he remembered that his subject had once been 300 pounds, the interviewer's highest weight, but had gone on through. What was the difference between them? I think it was the level of misery he was willing to endure before he had had enough.
To paraphrase Bob Dylan: How many days of misery and frustration does it take until you realize there have been too many? However long it takes to lose the weight, it is shorter than the years of misery.
And every day I keep it off is another day of freedom from that terrible misery.