- Oct 9, 1999
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90 pounds down, 60 to go. I did with almost zero support, put up with comments ranging from "Did you get a gastric bypass?" (No, I actually got off of my ass and worked for what I got) to "The Atkins diet will kill you, you know." (Like a diet of Vanilla Coke, Jack in the Box, and pizza is healthy compared to grilled chicken, fish, and salads). Suffice to say I'm feeling pretty good about what I've accomplished.
I've thrown away I don't know how many pairs of pants. The one bright side is that my shirt size hasn't changed much - they just fit reaaaaaaaaaaally loose around the waist. I'm holding back until I hit my goal weight . . . and then, look out, mall.
My blood pressure and resting pulse have dropped from heart-attack warning levels (180/90 and 75) to darn near spectacular (110/60 and 55).
It hasn't been all wine and roses - from November 20, 2003, to May 11, 2004, I didn't lose a single, solitary pound. I only have myuself to blame . . . compromise is killer. "It's Thanksgiving, live a little." "It's just Christmas." "Hey, it's New Years." "Aww, it's my birthday . . ." On the bright side I didn't gain anything - but I got angry again, because life's not long enough to cut yourself short. I've lost 14 pounds in the last 20 days, and my feet are firmly back on the wagon.
Peter Straub put it best - "You can never be too thin or too rich. And if you don't understand that, you've been really fat, or really poor."
No surgery - no sugar - no problem.
I've thrown away I don't know how many pairs of pants. The one bright side is that my shirt size hasn't changed much - they just fit reaaaaaaaaaaally loose around the waist. I'm holding back until I hit my goal weight . . . and then, look out, mall.
My blood pressure and resting pulse have dropped from heart-attack warning levels (180/90 and 75) to darn near spectacular (110/60 and 55).
It hasn't been all wine and roses - from November 20, 2003, to May 11, 2004, I didn't lose a single, solitary pound. I only have myuself to blame . . . compromise is killer. "It's Thanksgiving, live a little." "It's just Christmas." "Hey, it's New Years." "Aww, it's my birthday . . ." On the bright side I didn't gain anything - but I got angry again, because life's not long enough to cut yourself short. I've lost 14 pounds in the last 20 days, and my feet are firmly back on the wagon.
Peter Straub put it best - "You can never be too thin or too rich. And if you don't understand that, you've been really fat, or really poor."
No surgery - no sugar - no problem.