Go back over your life and remember some of the painful incidents that made you want to lose weight. Why did you start eating and stop moving. What is in your mind now?
I didn' really have any desire to lose weight, never had an incident when my weight embarrassed me so much that I wanted to LOSE weight.
I weighed 103 in November of 1971 when I got married.
By a year after my second child was born, I was up to around 109, with the doctor saying 'gain a little weight' and my then hubby saying 'lose weight'.
I ditched the UDH (undear hubby) by kicking him out in '84 and then divorcing him. Got my life together. Moved back to my home state. And in November 1992 was hit bya large pick-up truck while stopped at a four-way stop (he never slowed down and sped into my lane despite my blaring horn).
THAT is when the weight came on.
I was not eating more in quantity; in fact, I was eating much less.
But WHAT I ate combined with how I was unable t move much at all for the next few years... Add to that an attack of divitriculitis that was followed by intense IBS problems that lasted from March '93 til finally easing up in around '97. I ate pasta 'flavored' with chicken broth; mashed potatoes, plain!' and crackers. And something I didn't even like: coca cola. Between 11/20/92 and 3/3/93 I gained (gulp) just over 60 pounds from that sort of eating plus going from highly active lifestyle to struggling to try to figure out how to get out of bed or a chair. Yup, the pounds added up. Over the next few years from 3/93 until about 1996 I'd added another 30 pounds to my weight.
I've lost 40 pounds since 2007, but it's far from enough.
How do I feel NOW?
I don't care about anything but FEELING good. That is my goal... and losing weight will help me move more freely, feel better. It's a real struggle because though I eat the right foods, I usually don't eat enough or eat too late in the day (eating when I remember to do so!) and still am not active.
I will lose weight.
Because I want to enjoy that feeling one gets when she walks.
It's a really neat feeling in the gut, like when I used to play tennis and run for a difficult shot then slam a hard fast shot back low to the net.... and walk head high and proud.
Doesn't matter how you look. It's about how you FEEL.
And that's what's in my mind now:
I'm going for the feeling.