Since I’ve blabbed about my diet for the past four months, I decided to do a little before and after. Now don’t go getting too excited. I only lost twenty-six pounds and I didn’t actually take a “Before” or “After”; however, thanks to What I Wore Wednesday, I now have more lousy photographs of myself than I had from the past thirty-five years combined.
Oh, wait. That’s twenty-five years. Ya, twenty-five.
Sometimes I forget I’m not that old, but then my daughter reminds me I am only twenty-nine. One day she’ll stop believing, but until then, I am going to keep right on enjoying my twenties.
Back to the diet. It all began around May first. I’m not good with dates, but we went to Georgia for Easter and my sister-in-law took these family photos. She was kind enough to shave a few inches off of me here and there (God bless you creators of Photoshop), but I actually saw the photos before they were airbrushed. (I’m sure airbrushed is not the correct technical term, but since I am not cool enough for Photoshop, who cares?)
Suddenly I had a dawn of realization – I need to lose weight.
I was uncomfortable in my skin. I knew that, but I hadn’t seen it until those photos.
So I came home and went on a diet. The word “diet” is up for debate nowadays, but that’s what counting calories is, a diet. I drastically cut back my calories, started making better food choices, and got off my butt. It’s really that simple. Like most things in life, I made weight loss more difficult than it is. It is a lot of work, but the concept of how you get from point A to point B is pretty straight forward.
For the most part it’s simply saying no to the chocolate cake and yes to the banana.
Is it easy? No stinkin’ way!
But it is simple? Yes. In theory anyway. Just ask Weight Watchers.
When we went on this road tour the last couple of weeks I really thought I had gained five pounds back, but God saw fit to answer my prayers.
“Please don’t let this ice-cream go to my hips; please don’t let this ice-cream go to my hips; please don’t let this ice-cream go to my hips.”
You get the idea. I’m pretty sure God was tired of me praying without ceasing.
So by some miracle of metabolic enormity, I did not gain any weight. I did fall out of the exercise habit though, so I have to get back at it. I feel better, stronger when I exercise.
Like I said, I lost twenty-six pounds. That puts me at the very top of the “normal” weight for my height. You know how they give a weight range for your height? Well, I am one kiddie cone away from toppling off the scale.
My goal is to lose another 7-10 pounds. That will give me a buffer zone. I mean, let’s face it, I’m eating the Christmas cookies. No sense in lying.
These are the pictures I scrounged up for a before and after. Not the same clothes, but similar colors. Some days I just don’t feel like I’ve lost much weight, but my clothes are telling a different story.
I went from a size 14 jeans to a size 10.
How is your journey going?
Do you have any good tips to share with the rest of us that are still trying to reach our goal?
P.S. I am not judging any other woman’s body or jeans size. Please, please understand that. We all have a place where we are comfortable with our weight and I was not at that place for a long time. The only reason I am sharing is to try an encourage someone else. It also helps keep me accountable, because twenty-six pounds is not that difficult to put back on. You know what I mean?