Who here has ever had a weight problem? I suspect some raised hands out there. I’ll bet, like me, you’ve tried different diets, exercises, affirmations and other methods to trim those extra pounds. We all have our own weight loss story.
I’ve struggled with weight since I was a kid, although I weighed less than my siblings when I was born. (Ha! I caught up with them.) Early on, I sucked on baby bottles of watered down karo syrup. That got me off to a really bad start.
And I was born with an unusually large, round head. (Think Charlie Brown.)
Kids around the neighborhood didn’t make it easy. They called me, “Lardie Laurie” and other terms of endearment.
Yep, you could say I was a little self-conscious. I had a few outfits that would cover my tummy and I wore them ALL the time, thinking they made me look skinny. My mom called it my uniform. Most of the clothes I wore were black. What, you didn’t know black makes a person look thinner? Where have you been?
I’d avoid standing next to the skinny girls for photographs. When I learned the camera adds another ten pounds, I decided a career in television was not for me.
There were a few times when losing weight and keeping it off was fairly easy. When I got braces in high school, I couldn’t eat much. With every orthodontist visit he’d tighten those metal bands making it very hard to chew. (The best I could do was drink a milkshake from a straw.)
In order to qualify for enlistment in the Air Force, I had to lose fifteen pounds. So I spent the summer running laps around our back yard and eating eggs and salad. I lost the weight and barely passed the physical (more about that story later) but it worked. For a time.
I loved being pregnant. What a relief to not have to count calories! Of course, then I ended up having nine pound babies. Believe me, THAT was penance!
It’s been a constant battle with these same fifteen pounds. It probably doesn’t sound like much, but for a shortie like me, it shows up easily. But it’s all relative, right?
At this stage in life, I’ve grown accustomed to being careful about what I eat and trying to get some walking into my weekly schedule. Last week, for example, my daughter and I walked briskly around the four-mile loop at the park up the road. We actually did it twice in one week! That gave us our 10,000 steps times two and I felt very proud of myself. Then someone burst my bubble and told me 10,000 steps is a daily goal, not weekly.
What more can a girl do? I’ve cut out the ice cream (mostly) and won’t go near a donut unless someone in the household forces the issue and leaves a few out on the counter. (I’d hate to see them go to waste.)
Don’t get me started on how easily men can lose weight. My husband sweats it off in just a few hours when he’s working on our property. He skips a few lunches and loses ten pounds. Someone recently told him he looked like he just graduated from basic training. And he does!
Getting older must have something to do with it. It’s like someone flips a switch once you get to a certain age then screams: “Go ahead, just TRY and lose weight! Bwahaha, I dare ya!”
Once again, I hold up The Pioneer Woman as my role model. She just recently lost a great deal of weight. How? By doing it the old fashioned way. She measured her food, counted calories and increased her exercise.
So, I guess if she could do it, then I can too! Check back in with me sometime before Christmas and we’ll see how I’ve done. Yes, THIS Christmas, silly.