Beginning Again...
I was skinny all my life — everyone was always trying to get me to eat, finish my food on my plate, eat more — and on and on. I am six feet tall and I weighed 136 lbs. on my wedding day. Having four daughters did put weight on but I was usually able to lose it afterwards — until I turned 40 and then it all changed. I felt as though someone had an air pump and was blowing me up. I would walk past store windows and see my reflection and then wonder who that person was and why is she staring at me?
Exercise and diet programs have come and gone in my life and now I am beginning again. I really wasn’t going to join this time — I held out until the last day because I just didn’t want the failure in my life again — but, here I am, hopeful and I sense a lot more determined. Today I exercised for 30 minutes for the first time and I am writing everything I eat down so reality is never far away.
Why am I doing this? I really want to be healthy. I want to be able to get down on the floor and play with my grandchildren and get back up again easily without having to crawl across the floor to find something to pull myself up on. I would like to buy a bathing suit I like and not just settle for something that I think is camouflaging my physical state. I want to be able to go for long walks on the beach and enjoy it. I want to be able to go up and down the stairs without gasping, and I would really like to be surprised by a new reflection in the store window of a healthy and strong woman.



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