In September 2017, I came to the realization that, in order to be healthy and truly happy, there was a cherished relationship in my life that needed to come to an end. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel loved; boy, did I. But that “love” that so gratified me was so not at all good for me.
So, September 19, 2017, I ended it. My relationship with bread, potatoes, sugar and all starches white came to an end. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but has proven to be one of the best. I’ve currently lost 18 pounds and am 16 pounds away from what I weighed on my wedding day. And I feel great.
I’ll be 52 in May of this year (which…wow….how am I in my 50’s already??) and my love affair with pasta and bread and dessert was beginning to show in a big (bulging) way. I had to decide if I was okay with avoiding mirrors and going up a size in my clothes or was I ready to do something to make a change. I decided on change. But how? Dieting sucks.
I looked into programs that allowed only their foods and was shocked at the expense. I looked into diet plans that required moderation of carbs and realized that, for me, to dabble with a half a cup of pasta or a half slice of bread would just make me angry. I needed a plan that told me what I could and couldn’t have. What I can’t have, I stay away from totally. What I can eat, I EAT. And so far, it’s working for me (thank God for zoodles!!)
How did I decide on this plan you ask? And why September 19th?? I have a dear friend who began working with me who has lost 74 pounds by cutting out bad carbs and walking 3 miles a day. The difference in her is amazing. I wanted that – I wanted an amazing change. Not because I wanted a rocking hot bod but because I wanted to be healthy for the next season in my life. I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA IN JULY!!!! I plan to enjoy as much of my children’s and grandchildren’s lives as I can! So, on Monday, 9/19/17, I began the journey.
Hopefully this is a forever change for me. I’m pretty resolved to it, but somedays, I admit I just want a doughnut. Hey, do me a favor will ya? If you see me out and I have a doughnut in my hand (or candy bar or ice cream cone or anything that doesn’t work with the above described diet), slap it out of my hand, ok? I totally give you permission.
After (so far)…