:nod: Frozenveg...you are doing so great...I love it! I hope to be where you are in a year..maybe sooner...Now promise you won't leave us when you reach your goal.
Wow, Gypsy, you are doing great, too; and you'll get there, I know it!
I will NOT leave, ever! It feels as if it'll take a long time to get to my goal, but my REAL goal is to keep this off forever! So how long will that take, I wonder?
I keep thinking--it has taken me 17 months to get this far. If someone had told me I would not be at goal in 17 months, I would have gotten discouraged. But what a person forgets is how much better we get and feel every day, every step along the way! When I was younger, and trying to "diet," I always wanted to wake up one morning and have all 100 pounds gone, but that can never happen.
I still feel as though I'm fat--I don't mean my physical body, but I mean I had accepted the fact that I was fat a long time ago, when I was about 29, I guess. In my 20s I ballooned up to about 187, and got down to my Weight Watchers goal of 132 in about 8 months. I went promptly back up to the mid-140 range, as soon as I stopped eating WW--all that cardboardy artificial flavoring, etc., of the 70s. I did, at some time in the mid-70s, get down to what I've always felt was my right weight--125--but it didn't take much of an excuse for me to start overeating. One of things was that the co-workers of DH had great parties where many good goods would bring potluck dishes--I remember one party distinctly where I had to lie down on the back seat for us to go home, I had eaten so much I couldn't sit up! At some point I decided to "accept myself for what I was," which apparently was a woman who was fat.
I never thought I'd get here, to the 130s (and on my way to the 120s), to a weight that is "normal" on the charts. I would have been super-content (before finding McDougalling) to weigh 165. I would on occasion get to that weight, and immediately be divided--super-content to the extent of eating junk and overeating, and discontented because 165 is still fat!
And my bottom half bears all the wreckage of being that fat for so long. The skin of my thighs, butt, stomach, all sags and hangs, my belly is still like a balloon, my calves still bear the marks of my socks when I take them off. My vision of me naked is pretty awful! Me with clothes is another thing entirely, and I don't recognize myself in the mirror! My DIL and my DD keep calling me "tiny" and I see what they mean with clothes on (I'm short, too, so there's more tininess). The exercise I have done this past year, more than I have ever done and more faithfully than I have ever done, has been mostly step, walking indoors, and yoga. Just in the past few weeks I have started to learn what my core is (like sunscreen, they didn't have "the core" back in the 70s!
). I've been doing the Super Slim Down on Netflix streaming, and it's getting both easier and harder, as I push myself. It is a combo of yoga and Pilates, and it has a lot in common with Vibrant Vegan's 30-day Core Workout, which I am going to try to find 30 days this summer to do. I'm hoping that that sort of workout will help a bit with the belly (it is like having a fanny pack on all the time!). It might help with other things, and I guess even if the skin still sags, it will be nice to have stronger muscles under the saggy skin!
I have to really think about how to exercise next week once DH has his knee surgery and is sleeping in the TV room. I guess I'll have to do the stationery bike. Then when my grandson come, two week later, he'll be in the room with the bike. I hope I'll get enough exercise, like walking, while he's here.
Well, time to go have oatmeal (what a surprise! 13 months now, that's been breakfast!)