Die with a T

In the old days, (we're talking 60's to 70's) it was easier to diet in many ways. There were a few pre package meals with a dozen or so unpronounceable chemicals in them and few if any diet plans. You ate a half a grapefruit or a poached egg on plain toast for breakfast, a salad for lunch and for dinner; it was a piece of chicken with salad. Then came the dawning of a new era in the late 80's to 90's with more folks making prepackaged meals and new burgeoning companies starting to sell their 'proven' diet plans. Nutri-Systems, Weight Watchers and Jenny Craig were the fore runners of this and before you can wave a dumbbell, everyone had a weight loss plan to sell you. Move over Jack Lalane, and make room for the mass marketer called reality television. It's what’s for dinner!

I have tried a few of those plans and bought a few of the DVD's too, and the best method that I have found that works.... drum roll please.... COMMON SENSE! Yes, folks it's true... it works. The Biggest loser uses it to great results. I'm happy that they are including more people in their quest to shape up America. Good food choices coupled with activity equals a better mind and body.

But I have to ask. Why do those folks who ate at McArches everyday have the cahones to sue McArches for their fat? They made the choice to eat there? No one forced them. No one forces you to pick up a cigarette and smoke it. It's blatantly printed and shouted to the rooftops how bad they are and yet every day hundreds of people start smoking. It is all about choices.

We have a choice to eat the huge meal or not. We have the choice in our own hands to walk a little more and eat a little less. We have the power.

Onto to a new plan

January is done, (it went rather quickly in my opinion) and February is moving in with no rain and some sun. On Jan. 24, I joined a local gym. It's not much to look at on the outside but inside it is quite nice. Plenty of room, lots of machines that I like and the best perc of all.. Not Crowded! Let me state that of the 6 times I have gone most of the time I am the only one there. Now I like this. I put on my Ipod with headphone and hop on the eliptical and off I go. I can also watch TV, but I will stick with my workout tunes.

I am very proud of myself and with how often I have gone in. I'm on a 2 week freeby right now and I intend to join. There have been a few times in the past where I have gotten fed up with my weight and done something about it but I can not point to one thing that might have triggered this response. Nor can I point to one thing that might have shoved me off the couch this time.... might have been that I am sick of stretch pants and long to wear jeans again. Might be that I want to feel feminine again in some flirty skirt... I don't know but for now I am running with it.

In the beginning there was fat... and lots of it.

I’m fat? When did that happen? It wasn’t like one day I was slim and trim and then wham, overnight the fat appeared like some glaring zit on your chin. Nor, was it like some monster, slinking down some dark alley searching for an unsuspecting thin body to pounce on and inject its fat globules into your pours.
No, it moved in slowly, a piece at a time. A few too many chips here or another donut there, interspersed with declining physical activity and before you know it, you are out of breath just going up a flight of stairs or red faced from bending over to pick up your napkin from the floor.
I’m sure I noticed it was there; this fat suit on my body. How could I miss the extended waistline or extra chin? Sometimes it was if a thin misty veil fell over my eyes when I looked in the mirror and the person that looked back at me looked absolutely fine. Just fine. Boy, was I well and truly kidding myself.

I started this diary on January 2006. Now clearly I had some issues, since it has taken a year to take control of my life and to get it on track. Perhaps it is the fact that I am turning 46 in May, or it was the fact that I am so frigging tired of stretch pants I could throw up. But whatever the reason, I am now on a better course to fulfill my goal of losing weight and living better.

Got MIlk?

I keep seeing the Carl's Jr. commercial with the two guys shaking the cows. (now I find that a bit disconcerting as well) but the music accompanying the commercial is bugging me. "Milkshake' by Kellis, is actually talking about her ass bringing the boys around. Now it could easily be about her breasts as well. I am no pude by any means but this commercial is offensive and not appropriate for kids and they show it all all times of the day and night.

I can only assume that the guys who made the commercial knew what they were doing by using such a 'catchy' tune and that the ratings folks are clueless

And Away We Go

Okay so I don't post here very much. I do post more often on my other Blog at Live Journal. http://briarrose43.livejournal.com/

I had intended to restart this Blog and make it more personal about me and more about my writing. Ahh the best laid plans... But here goes my question for the moment.

Am I afraid of success or failing?

I did not die

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds
in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there,
I did not die.


Mary Frye 1932