Too Short For My Weight

I knew it would happen eventually. I was enjoying eating as much chocolate as I wanted, chowing down on delicious restaurant meals, and sending anything I so desired down to my stomach, trusting it would know what to do with all those goodies. But in the back of my mind I suspected my free-for-all with food would need to come to an end sometime.


Sure enough, my blood tests sent a distinct signal to me as did my doctor. "These readings would be better with some weight loss," she said kindly. She'd never brought up losing weight before so her words struck me hard. Between my own feelings of foreboding and her gentle nudge I decided I'd better get the numbers down. Lower the blood sugar, lower the cholesterol and since for some reason my Vitamin D levels were way down, I'd have to work on that as well.

I know it won't be easy because I've tried getting my weight down many times before and have come up short each time. I could get some off but keeping those pesky pounds off was an entirely different story. I kept saying I was too short for my weight and laughed it off, quickly gaining back more than I had lost.

So, for the past week I've cut out chocolate (sob), whittled down the carbs, and started walking on my treadmill. My hips hurt, my back aches, I'm starving and oh! do I wish I had a half-pound chocolate bar right now. But this morning I stepped tentatively onto the horrid scales and discovered with delight that I had lost six pounds.

Enough to keep me going. For how long I don't know but day by day I shall try. Pray for me.