Apr 23, 2009

From Fat to F.A.T.

A little transparency here... I have contended with weight ups and downs since I was a toddler. I was a chunky chica in an era that considered baby fat to be part of a healthy upbringing. Unfortunately, this established a preset for the years ahead. Throughout my adolescence, I was never huge, but I was usually dealing with at least 10 to 20 extra pounds. Before marriage, I became very slim while singing and dancing in a vocal band. After getting married and having 3 children, my weight began to gradually climb until "mental pause" brought my metabolism to a screeching HALT!


I dream thin. I always have. And, my outer reality is not in alignment. Up until a week ago, I weighed more than I have ever weighed. I don't dislike me, I'm just miserable living in this body. I have less energy and I am noticing unfavorable changes.

At 51, it would be easy to think that looking good again is futile since I no longer have a youthful body hiding beneath this upholstery. The thought of drapes, flagging upper arms, and jowls is far from appealing, but I do believe that by placing the emphasis on health, I could easily surprise myself.

I love turning negatives into positives. (I have often seen God use negative circumstances to birth something new or simply upgrade my life.) F.A.T. = Fit and Trim. I gave up calorie and carb counters many moons ago. I refuse to interrupt the sensual pleasures of eating with statistics.

My plan is based on something I have always loved: the Mediterranean diet. Not long ago, while shopping at a business closure, I picked up a fabulous book written by a female Italian chef. I will divulge the title and details in my next post. Lets just say that I have already lost 4 pounds! Woo woo!

To be continued...