January of 2013 was my 50th birthday. I had quite a "coulda/shoulda/woulda" party of 1. I thought and thought and thought of all the things I coulda and shoulda done if only I woulda lost this weight years ago. Or better yet, nipped it in the bud. I waited so long for a weight loss buddy to come along, but they never got here. So I did something that I had never done before, I forced myself to snap out of it and to say, "to hell with all these thoughts! I have the rest of my life to enjoy!" So little by little I got on the treadmill for 1.5 minutes at a time, and for .5 mph, two to three times a week. At 354 lbs, that was quite the workout! I substituted potato chips with celery and carrots, and I stopped bringing chocolate bars to work. I made baby steps, week by week, and now, over one year later, I have lost 116 lbs...all alone. I didn't think I could do it, and I didn't love myself at all, however, now I love myself, even at 238 lbs, I have more confidence, I have a skip in my step and I haven' gotten sick with the flu or a cold. I still love all that junk food, but I had to realize that I was an addict, no better than an alcoholic or tweeker, and I recognized that junk food made me calm and relax in a way nothing else could. So I had to reprogram my thinking! I now love to get exercise, most of the time, and I actually get a charge from walking on my treadmill! I turn on Pandora, key up my "Cardio/Dance" channel, and away I go, picking up goose bumps along the way, flooding my mind with endorphines for the day! I am my weight loss buddy.
Edited by: R44INSPECTOR at: 2/16/2014 (14:34)
You are not a dog - food is not a reward.
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