If You Can't See It, It's Not There, Right?

There are a lot of things you have to do when you grow up…it's not easy.  I'm 64 years old and just learning this. Takes some people, moi,  a long, long time and other stuff gets in the way and gets mixed in there so that it's a whole lot harder that it seemed when I was a kid…and wanted nothing more than to grow up.  This blog isn't about the other stuff that got in the way. That's water under the bridge.  This blog is about one thing only. It's about my big belly and how I am getting rid of it.  No one made me fat…I made me fat because I didn't understand why I got the way I am.  Narrowing it down to just the physical aspect of it and leaving aside the emotional and psychological…oh, the tales I could tell..side of it…that's what's happening here.

All of my adult life, well practically all, I have been overweight, then obese and finally I reached the epitome of chunkdom with the Grand Poobah of all weight related titles: Morbidly Obese!!  I want to dress like Mortitia..that outfit would do nothing for me…MORBIDLY. The very word describes it to a "T".  It's not normal. It's weird. It's twisted. It's wrong!!  I know it. In my mind I know it's not good, but it's as if my metabolism has totally abandoned me. Every morsel of food that enters my body is called to hang out around my belly. It's vaycay time for calories around my middle…they don't want to leave because the fun has just started!

A month or so ago I finally got it through my head that I am going to have to find out what the deal is and lose some weight or I'm going to die from some hideous disease or a stroke or heart attack or cancer…ick.  My inlaws came for a surprise visit.  No, really, it was a freakin' SURPRISE!! We're here at your door all the way from NJ!!  I've never talked to or met these people and here I am, Roly Poly Ollie standing at the door, mouth open looking at two people (I am later that day to find out they are really sweethearts and non-judgemental…whew!) I have never seen or conversed with in my life. (husband and his brother were on the "outs" for years…all made up, all is good, I'm so happy!)  Anyway, after a great visit, hubs and I decide we need to visit NJ later this year-like August.  That'll be great, except for one thing. I am huge and it will be August, I will be miserable and everyone else is going to look fantastic…because they do-you know they do!  So, I decide I'm going to really get with it and knock off some of this weight.  I go on what I remember of the induction phase of The Peachtree Diet. The only diet that ever worked for me…and of course I quit well before losing to goal-I did that kind of stuff.  So I'm on this thing for two weeks..Drop 10 pounds…Awesome!!!  I go to the next phase where I can add my beloved toast and orange marmalade for breakfast…stay on that for a week-squeekey clean-ish…a normal person could lose weight on what I ate.  I gained weight.  This isn't right.  This isn't what happens!!!  Tried it again. Gained again.  Damn!!!  I was one sad lady.  Then, I read something about Low Carb…OK I can do that, but then I saw LCHF…ahhhh. Sounds like what's going on with me!  I gave it a go and, Lo and Behold..it works.  I was losing weight, but better than that, I was losing inches…forget the scale! I can almost see my feet again!!!!   I don't need to make this a Long Story Short kind of story because it is, after all, my blog, but what the hey…Here I am, one week out on the LCHF diet and this is what I am seeing!!  Purple KETOSTICK…I must get a photo of that and here are photos of me on March 16 and again today on March 22.  GASP! Right?  I'm a happy camper with that kind of result!