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When everybody else was making New Year’s resolutions to let slip weight last year, I resolved to eat whatever made me happy.
“I’m fat,” I told myself, “I’ve always been fat and that’s OK. I appetite to enjoy my food and not worry about counting calories, carbs or fat.”
I was growing to the YMCA three times a week and that was enough for me. I was also taking blood put the screws on medicine.
But in the last 50 weeks, I’ve obsolete 65 pounds — an average of 1.3 pounds a week — an standard of perfection rate for permanent weight loss.
What happened?
Two caring friends asked me to border on Weight Watchers with them. “Let’s do this together,” they said.
I still don’t identify why I went with them. I had no grand illusions that maybe this things it would be different — this time I would actually bested weight and keep it off.
I’m a typical yo-yo dieter. Lose 5 pounds, income 10. Lose 10, gain 20. I never squandered the 50 pounds I gained when my daughter was born in 1992. With an increment of in 19 years, I had put on another 26.
Source: Gaston Gazette