My daughter knows about my blog. She appears to be ok with it. My husband knows, my neighbor knows and a couple of good friends. I still find it odd to put something out on the world wide web that ANYBODY can read. It is a form of accountability. When trying to re-wire your brain to think and do healthy, low-calorie, low-fat things, accountability helps. And when you're around those who know about your struggle, you really can't look them in the eye and scarf down a triple dip chocolate almond sugar cone from Braum's. My husband came through the door the other night and I quickly, though deftly, hid the chocolate malt balls I was munching on while watching a movie. I did not weigh in for two days. Made an extreme effort to get back on track and today weighed a decent amount. An amount that shows me something is working.
Still swimming everyday, but when the eating doesn't match up, there is no weight loss, no matter how many hours I spend doing water aerobics.There is such a large part of me that says "Ten pounds is good. You've stopped snoring, you've stopped aching, and now clothes are more comfortable. It's time to stop."
I'm not going to. By what the doctor says, I am obese. That sounds soooo disgusting. Not morbidly obese, but as one doctor told me, "You're chubby." What would you do if your friends just told you to your face..."You are obese." Bettter they should say what my favorite cartoon of all time says...
Old woman says to her husband while she is standing in front of a mirror trying on a dress, "Charles, does this dress make me look fat?" His reply, "No, my dear, it's the fat that makes you look fat."
Sincerely,
I'm Not Oprah
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