Friday, May 16, 2014
Confessions Of A Dieter
I work my way through dinner so I can get to dessert. I enjoy a good meal, and I love to cook, but if I'm honest, the prize at the end is my goal the whole time.
My dessert habit caught up with me after the birth of my third child and my 40th birthday.
The biggest problem? At 4'11" people automatically thought I was thin and petite. I wasn't. People said they would kill to weigh what I did, but I was the only one who knew that my weight was 10+ pounds higher than it should have been. My clothes didn't fit. My shoes didn't fit. My rings were tight. Remember, I'm not even 5' tall.
Ideal Protein got me back to a healthy weight and I've finally come to terms with the fact that I will never again weigh the 96 pounds I did in high school. But the 107 of my of my thirties was attainable and manageable, and is healthy for me at 43.
But my habits haunt me.
I love dessert and anything sweet. All. Day. Long.
I also happen to love fruit, but would prefer ice cream cake to berries with sugar-free chocolate sauce. Even in Phase IV, with all the liberties and "treat day" I fight every other day of the week for the will power to avoid dessert.
What keeps me going? My clothes. My thinner arms. The fact that with so much less sugar in my body, my Restless Leg Syndrome has taken a back seat. But I know that my dessert battlewill remain for the rest of my life. Every day I will have to answer the question, "is it worth it?" even if I already know the answer. And every day when my clothes fit, I will be thankful for being strong the day before.
Today's guest post was from Tracy B.