Just like Alex explains to Gigi in He's Just Not That Into You, I've thought I was the exception. About many things, but in particular about food. I was a stick growing up, so I could eat whatever I wanted seemingly without consequences. For as long as I can remember I've loved sweets, and a steady diet of Dr. Pepper and Swiss Cake Rolls supplied me with all the energy I needed.
And then. I hit 30.
Long story short, here I am almost 40, not very happy with the way my clothes fit and finally willing to admit defeat. I have put on weight not because:
- I exercise a lot. I used this one as an excuse forever! A running book I read 10 years ago promised that if I started running marathons I would NOT lose weight if I didn't change my diet. I didn't listen.
- I am allergic to twenty seven things. I did slim down a bit after I eliminated those things from my diet, but I have replaced the calories within a very short time span.
- I live in the desert.
- I have a thyroid disease. My doctor just confirmed my thyroid is fine.
- I have a stomach condition that makes me keep weight on.
- I have make-me-hungry implant from aliens that forces me to eat sugar.
- I have a mental condition that prevents me from making good food choices and therefore cannot change my behavior.
- I do not yet crave good-for-me food. When I get healthy enough, I will! Then, look out! I'm gonna look like Jennifer Aniston!
- I don't exercise enough. Obviously. I need to do two-a-days and then my pants will feel right.
Today, however, I looked at the caloric count and logged my food day: 753 calories!!! And it was the small big bag, not the jumbo bag!!
Thus began a trip to reality for Joy.
I'm grateful to report I don't have a tumor or a thyroid disease or need to work out more, I just need to stop eating entire bags of chips at one sitting. At least, let's start there!
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