I’m on a diet and have been for several months.
Ever since that first pregnancy 35 years ago, I’ve been on a roller coaster with weight. The problem is that the roller coaster didn’t have as many dips or downward spirals as it should have.
I gained 50 pounds with the first pregnancy, 50 pounds with the second and 38 with the third.
I didn’t lose much between pregnancies either.
Pregnancy isn’t the only cause of weight problems, though.
Another is eating.
Yes, I like to eat. Pound cake, bread, chocolate cake, pizza, cookies, fried chicken, potatoes, caramel cake, fudge, gravy, ice cream – well, you get the picture, don’t you?
And guess what I don’t like to do? Yep, it’s exercise. At least I don’t think I like it. Maybe I would – if I’d ever just try it. But since I don’t try, I’m just assuming I wouldn’t like it.
I also don’t like to refuse second helpings or push away from the table when I’m full.
All this weight has caused a few embarrassing moments over the years.
For example, two weeks after my son was born, I was in the grocery store check-out line. As I started moving grocery items from the cart to the cashier’s area, that cashier looked at me and asked, “You haven’t had that baby yet?”
Now, all these years later, I’m trying to watch my intake. So far, it’s working.
Who knows? Next I might even try exercise!