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Like any woman I am very concious of my looks. Heading up the age scale doesn't thrill me so I took control (recently) of the other kind of scale.
Diet.
No matter how you put it "lifestyle change", "healthier way of eating" etc it boils down to there is extra weight to be lost and calories to slash. It is a diet.
I have committed to this journey and am excited by it. I want to buy cute clothes. I want to not be crying in pain when walking a long stretch. I want to show my friend she DOESN'T need to go the surgery route - that she can do it on her own.
To be honest that was the catalyst. A conversation with my friend who is in her 50's and feeling like there is no option. I don't want to be there. Admittidly it's hard when you don't live alone. But I am relearning lighter options. I made a light version of enchiladas tonight that were fantastic. And mind you this is MY cooking we are talking about! the bar is not high.
The part of me that has rebelled the past few (ten? fifteen?) years thinking I shouldn't have to format my life to what society says I should look like has gotten a kick in the ass to make changes. It started with a quest to show my someone it COULD be done and now I want to do it for me.
Week one was the honeymoon period. I loved saying "no thank you. I'm on a diet" and planning my well balanced low cal meals. Week two was more of a challenge but I sailed through. Week three had a few lows (the sell Coffee Crisps in Wegman's now - oh the inhumanity!) and highs (I made it on the scale which I couldn't face before!)

So for awhile you may see posts popping up on the subject so words of encouragement people! They can't hurt!