TWO SIMPLE METHODS
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Another diet gone by the wayside.
A month ago my son Micheal told me to try the method of dieting that he had just used to lose forty pounds that had slipped up on him. It took him three months to lose it.
So, I downloaded it on my iPad, like he did, and began a ‘counting-calorie’ program through MyFitnessPal.com, his recommendation.
It was fun and productive through the eleventh day, lost six pounds, only thirty-four to go to lose by my 55th class reunion in April 2013. But then counting calories got tiresome and I wanted to eat some of the food I usually ate without counting calories – cookies, handfuls of Good ’n Plenty, Lindor’s Truffles, Hershey’s candy kisses, bowls of ice cream, cheese sandwiches, spaghetti, pizza, and the list goes on and on. All no-no's.
So I decided to take a break. A reward day, we call it. I rationalized also that the diet had screwed up my bowel habits, and Metamucil, as Micheal suggested, wasn’t working for me. Whenever I eat my regular way, I never have a problem with constipation.
So, I took a day off, then a weekend, then a week, then . . . I still haven’t got back to the ‘counting-calorie’ program, and now . . . I’ve regained the six pounds I lost while doing it.
According to MyFitnessPal, if I would have stayed with it for just five weeks I would have lost twenty pounds of the forty I wanted to lose, then another five weeks would’ve done the trick.
Okay, here it is, honesty, pure honesty . . . I am over 70 years old, 5’4”, and I weigh in at a man's weight.
I’m shouting it to the rooftops, I won’t deny it anymore!! I am obese according to the charts and to my wardrobe. I am fat!!! I don’t care what anybody says. I know what I am and how I look. Don’t try and tell me I look fine when I don’t. I am fat and ugly. No, no! I said don’t try to convince me otherwise. I won’t listen. This is who I am. I am obese.
And as some of the self-awareness books say … ‘love yourself’ and it will be alright … the hell, you say! I do not love myself weighing as much as a man. Sorry, Charlie! Tell that to somebody else, not me.
I’m sick of it! I’m tired of it.
Right now I’m visualizing myself as I was in my 40s—this was after I had all four of my kids—when I could wear jeans with a T-shirt tucked in, no muffin-top, no fat rolls between the hips and the bra-line, no flabby underarms, no gobbler neck, no ten-ton boobs, no thighs slapping, no horse haunches, none of it!
I’m tellin’ ya, I’m sick of it!
Have you seen any of the Joyce L Vedral weight training books? Here is a woman who proved that any woman over fifty could stay in shape by following the Vedral methods. She says “Anyone can do it, easy to follow.” Well, it is easy to follow. I did it for awhile. But again, the problem is to keep it going.
Isn’t that what it’s all about? Keeping it going?
Vedral’s method is just twelve minutes a day. Why couldn’t anyone do the exercises just twelve minutes a day? I mean, it’s done in your own home, on your own time, with two 3-pound weights. How simple is that?
So here I have in front of me two simple methods that could get rid of my fat and keep it off and tone my muscles at the same time. I could become my ideal once again.
TWO SIMPLE METHODS!
What is the matter with me?
And to top it off, I watched the 2012 London Olympics and every single day I saw the results of commitment and body training right before my eyes. Why can’t I demonstrate just a tiny bit of that commitment in my own personal diet and exercise program? I’m not unable to do it, no physical inhibitors. It wouldn’t take much of my energy and time.
It just means I’ll have to enter exactly what I eat on my iPad (the program automatically figures out your calories, food values and maximum nutrient requirements) and do Vedral’s simple weight-training exercises just 12-minutes a day.
Dammit, I’m gonna do it! Starting right now.
--to be continued--
--to be continued--