It's Not A Diet

That's what they all say. It's not a diet. It's a change in lifestyle. This time I'm trying the Southbeach Diet and I'm doing well with it. I really want bread with my peanut butter but I feel so good without the bread that I'm willing to keep eating the veggies.

For the last ten years I've gradually gained weight. A lot of weight. I've gained more since my son died last year. I'm out of control. I'm embarassed to go out in public with my husband. He's a really nice looking man, young for his age, and he's lost a few pounds in the last couple of months.

I never planned on being a fat girl. I was always the smallest person in school, at camp, at college, in my family. I liked being small. I liked having small feet and a small waist. It's how I saw myself. I was fairly athletic too. I'm prett coordinated and flexible but you'd never know it now. It's all covered up by sixty pounds of extra me.

My daughter is getting married next summer and I'd really like to look nice at her wedding so let the games begin. I want my kids and grandkids to be proud of me, not embarassed because I'm bulging. Bring on the vegies.