Roughly seven years ago, might have been today or thereabouts (I don't remember the exact date), I hit my goal weight. After, literally, a lifetime overweight, I stepped on the scale and saw a healthy weight for my size and frame. For a year and a half I very carefully watched what I ate and changed my diet to both eat less, but also better food.
I went from a high over 300 pounds to my goal weight of 175 pounds in a year and a half. At first it was accomplished through diet alone, which took me to my first weight below 200 pounds in my adult life. Gradually I phased in exercise, because, well, that's what you're supposed to do, right?
Exercise has fallen off in recent years (although I am WAY more active now than I was, say, 10 years ago), but I'm still within 10 pounds of my goal weight (six and a half as of this past weekend, FWIW). It's been a long and difficult journey, but I see it paying dividends frequently - TheBoy has adapted his eating to include healthier snack foods, and asks my advice from time to time.
Skipping the birthday cake at work or ordering a more healthy entree at a restaurant isn't easy, that's for sure. There's times where I would love nothing more than going into a Five Guys and getting a bacon cheeseburger piled high with all the trimmings and a big honkin' boat of fries. But having been off blood pressure medication for over seven years helps keep me on track.
It can be done. It takes a crapton of work, even more willpower, and you've got to stick with it. Seven years later (eight and a half, if you consider my starting point), I still count calories every single day. No exceptions. I'll still go out and have pizza with friends from time to time, but it's far less frequent now, and I'll stick to one or two pieces, rather than four or five.
It's a matter of mind over matter - and what you put in your piehole really does matter...
That is all.
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