Six months and sixty pounds ago....
I did it! 60 lbs are gone from my body!!! I looked it up...I lost the equivilent of a third grader! Woot!!! (Or an Olsen twin...*wink*) Six months and sixty pounds ago, my mother brought forth on this continent, a new idea, conceived in love, and dedicated to the proposition that all people can lose weight. She gave me the opportunity to join a weight loss program as a last resort before starting the procedures to qualify for a lapband. She told me that if I was willing to go through surgery, then I should be willing to try this first...and if I did, she would support me on my decision. So I went one night to Results Weight Loss and learned how different it is from everything else I've ever tried. At first, there was hunger. There was temptation at every corner and portions were out of control. But I learned, and I learned that there are ways to curb these things without feeling like you are missing out on something. And I learned that I like losing weight more than I enjoy eating that sweet treat. There were losses...good friends like french fries and Starbucks were left behind. But new friends were found and together we forged a new path headed towards a healthy destination. And though our journey is far from over, the end seems more attainable now than it did at the begining. Each pound lost is another pound that was holding me back. I will eventually break free from the constraints that have held me prisoner for most of my adult life and when I get to the end, I will find that now I know what it means to truly live. God bless.