Starting over and weight loss after sixty is rough. But, one of my sons is getting married in a few months, so it’s time for me to crush this weight thing for good. I know weight loss after sixty is rough, but I have been eating my feelings, and the feelings of anyone else in one mile radius, for years. And, since I just lost about 175 lbs. (in the form of a spouse), it’s time to get rid of the rest of the dead weight in my life.
If I am honest with myself, I haven’t been myself for many years. I don’t look like myself. I want to be the best I can be and this is not it. I was unhappy for so many years, now I am not. It’s time to look like, on the outside, how I feel on the inside. And I plan to be around for a long time and that will not happen if I continue to carry this much weight. I want my ids to be proud of me and I want to be proud of myself. It’s that simple.
Those Dreaded Carbs
Here’s the problem: I have never met a carb I didn’t like. Really! And it’s all about the sugar…don’t even get me started. Sugar is the kiss of death for me. For my last meal on earth I want a warm pie sitting in front of me with a giant scoop of Graeter’s ice cream on top. So here’s how I am going to make myself stick with it…Photos.
I asked my trainer to take a photo of me this morning and I am going to post it every week for a while. Take a look. The fact that my swingy top isn’t swinging at all…it is resting on my middle, let’s me know it is time for a big change. So here goes. Feel free to watch my progress.