Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to eat, especially cookies, ice cream, pie, coke floats, and all manner of other sweet things. She grew up in an era when TV was black and white, there were only two or three channels, there were no personal computers, electronic games, personal music devices or other items to keep her entertained.
So she spent her childhood playing chase and hopscotch or hide-n-seek, with the other neighborhood kids, climbing trees, and spending lots of energy just being a kid. As she grew older, she learned she loved to read, and began spending more time doing that than playing and running.
In college, the food was different from the plain fare at home, and there was plenty of it. The little girl, now a young woman, walked for miles on the college campus from class to class and back and forth from her dormitory. She ate lots of the good food, and learned all about the joys of pizza, ethnic foods (Tex-Mex, mmmmmmm) and french fries. This was long before the age of fast-food, and those things weren’t commonly available to her until she went to college.
After college, she got married and began to cook for herself and her husband. She also went to work in an office. And here the problems began. She gained fifteen pounds in her first year of marriage! And dieted to take them off. By the time she became pregnant with her first child, she was dieting every six months or so, and she was proud that she could lose the 5 or 10 pounds she needed to with only a couple of weeks of dieting.
Eight years and four kids later, it wasn’t so easy to lose weight. She was now in her mid-thirties and the only exercise she got was looking after the house and kids. She still cooked big meals, baked bread, pies and cookies (for the kids, of course!) and dieted regularly in an increasingly doomed effort to stay slim.
After her second son was born, her doctor told her she needed a glucose tolerance test. “You may be at risk for diabetes,” he said, because the baby, though three weeks early, weighed nearly nine pounds. Results were inconclusive, so she kept doing the same old things, although by this time she was beginning to learn about nutrition and wonder if the constant dieting was a good idea.
Fast-forward twenty years. The former stay-at-home mom had now worked for more than fifteen of them in an office, first as a corporate employee, then as a real estate agent and office manager. She had given up on dieting, convinced that it was making her fatter and fatter. She had stopped seeing what was in the mirror.
But she did know something was wrong. If she ate carbohydrates, especially refined ones, she lost control, either lashing out with anger over nothing, or passing out if she didn’t eat again soon. If she didn't eat carbohydrates, she was miserable and hungry.
Her husband and kids were in a constant state of wariness, because mom was often volatile and unpredictable. And she weighed nearly 200 pounds (at 5’3”) but thought it was “only” 180 because her scales weren’t accurate.
Fortunately, she was browsing in a bookstore one day, and came across a book that changed her life. It was Jorge Cruise’s
Eight Minutes in the Morning, and it addressed all the excuses she had for not dieting and not exercising. At 53 years of age and over sixty pounds overweight, harried and rushed because of career, home and family obligations, the little-girl-now-woman had found the answer!
Yes, that’s me, and I’m convinced that this book has saved my life and given me the hope of a healthy future. I won’t say I’m a perfect example even now, but I do recommend it very highly. It begins with an explanation of weight gain, the science and psychology of weight loss and a very easily understood discussion of nutrition.
It has a system to track what you are eating (keeps me honest!) and a set of easy muscle-building exercises to work every set of muscles in your body over six days of each week. The exercises are designed to take eight minutes…hence the name. I thought when I started that if I couldn’t take eight minutes for myself, something was terribly wrong.
In eight months, I lost 40 pounds. I looked great, felt great, and had stopped having the mood swings associated with blood sugar lows and spikes.
Then I fell off the wagon! I went on vacation…that saboteur of diets and exercise. And I allowed a self-limiting belief I had developed over the dieting years (that I could never go back to the same diet) to prevent me from picking up where I left off. In three years, I regained 20 pounds.
But only 20! You see, I had learned a new way of eating and dealing with my hypoglycemia, and it wasn’t all lost. I was letting my portion sizes creep up and had learned how to eat sweets without immediate consequences. Recently, I overcame that self-limiting belief (and a few others). I’m back on track and have lost 5 pounds. I’m 56 years old, and I’m here to tell you, it’s never too late.
I’ll say one more thing, and then I’ll let you have your say. You are supposed to check with your doctor before beginning a diet or exercise program. And you may have found another of the balanced programs that are now in vogue to be equally effective.
Whatever you do, make sure that the eating plan you’re on promotes a life-style change rather than a quick fix. My favorite business philosopher and mentor, Jim Rohn, has this to say: “For things to change, you have to change.” He was talking about financial success, but it is equally true for weight-loss success.
Let’s hear your stories!
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