Pounds, Weights and Measures

I have never lost a pound that didn’t find its way back to me, sometimes along with three buddies. “I try to lose weight, but it keeps finding me!”

The truth is, in the words of a favorite muse:

[Over the decades], I’ve lost a total of 789 pounds. I should be hanging from a charm bracelet. ~ Erma Bombeck

From chubby to plump and all the way to Rubenesque and then some, my weight has always been a thorn.

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends. ~Anonymous Sage

Although when I look at the photos of me, myself and I in 1960’s, I was not the tank I felt I was. But I was never the shape and size of the 1960’s fashion icons. Nor, did I realize I didn’t have to be Twiggy!

Over the years, I’ve calmed down about losing weight, and have been concentrating on be a healthy me. (To the frustration of doctors) That works until the loose jeans got smaller in the dryer.

I mean, they must have shrunk!

It is not fatness; it is development.– Ingrid Bergman, on her middle-age spread

However, my middle age spread has long passed its development stage.

Just like I think people are OLD who are ten years older than I am; I think obese people weigh way more than I do. Then I stepped on the scales we inherited from Doug’s mother, without my shoes, or much else.

So, here I go again.

Following the example of a few friends who lost weight I will try again to pay attention to what I am eating and how much. That’s always a shock when I realize how much mindless grazing I do in a day.

Sigh . . . exercise and drinking water can’t overcome an overactive fork.

How will this discipline end? Who knows? I’ll keep you posted.

I did learn one thing about healthy eating from the Muppets: