Getting there...but I don't know where...
I was just talking with my husband, wondering where I will wind up. I've been doing Atkins since the middle of July...and loving it!
He said, "Well, where were you when you were 22?"
I said, "Overweight!"
Since the beginning of my adolescence, it's been a struggle. (Suffice it to say that has been quite a while!) I know at one time my goal was 120...or 130...I frankly don't know what my goal weight is.
I would get up to 150...160...even 185...and panic. Then I would starve myself, take Dexatrim, whatever it took...only to start the cycle all over again.
In the mid '90's I decided I had to get healthy and put a stop to this. I went low fat/high carb, and exercised every day, usually an hour and a half of floor exercises (Egoscue, which I recommend highly) and climbing machine. I got down to a size 12, and was happy. I'm a fairly tall girl at 5'7", and I looked fine.
Then, four years ago, I moved to the mountains, started a bachelor's degree, met an adorable man, got married, finished the degree, and got a job that requires a lot of socializing. Among all this mayhem and wonderfulness, I had no time for exercising, while I was living in a town with TOO many good restaurants. Out went the low fat, out went the exercising, and I started to creep up.
Oddly enough, my triggering event was needing reading glasses. I decided it was time to take a stand before the March of Time made it impossible.
I started Atkins, cut my hair, got rid of the gray: and I love the results. The attachment is me at my wedding, probably at 170 or so...and the picture with Lake Champlain in the background is me a few weeks ago, size 10!
My husband always loved me...but he likes the change too.
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