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imageBefore and After AGAIN! My thinking is as long as it is New Years and we are making resolutions, I may as well repost something else I was unsuccessful at doing.

July 15, 2011
I stepped on the scale this morning and low and behold, I could not see the numbers. Up until my 47th birthday, I had perfect eyesight; now it seems to get exponentially worse on a daily basis – it’s really annoying. Now, not only do I have to constantly ask, “What did you say?” (because as you know, I am deaf in my left ear). I also have to ask, “What does it say?”

Nonetheless, this morning I could still see the faint outline of the scale’s red needle and it was clearly three inches to the right of where I want it to be (December 30, 2011 note – now 3.5 inches).

Like most people my age, I have lost a lot of weight in life. I once lost 100 pounds. This amazes some people. You know how you lose 100 pounds? Get really FAT! (12/30 note – this apparently is the only part of this post I took to heart in July).  My goal starting today (Friday night, not the best day of the week to start) is to lose 30 pounds although I’d be thrilled with 25; okay I’d be thrilled with . . . five, but I’m aiming for 30! (12/30/11 make that plus five – good job!)

Why have I posted this photo of myself when I am 46 years old that looks nothing like my current almost 51 year old self? This is my “before” photo. I have taken a lot of before photos in my life, some of which I really need to find and destroy so my kids don’t find them after I die; “Hmmm, I wonder why grandma took this picture of herself in her underwear in front of a mirror?”

Who knows what Ralphie must have thought when I grabbed (ripped!!!) the camera out of his hand like a mad woman after I remembered I had not deleted a “before” photo I had taken right before the photos he was looking at of our family hike up Camelback Mountain! That was a really awkward moment; I had no explanation.

I’ve decided scaring myself into losing weight with half-naked before pictures doesn’t work (12/30 – now rethinking this).

So, this is my new before photo . . . before I had teenagers who could drive, before I spent five years as an “Intervention Specialist” for 12 year olds, before college tuitions, before I broke my toe, before knee surgery, before stomach surgery (God, I’m a mess – I have one fully functioning appendage), before I didn’t have time to obsess about every calorie consumed or burned, before I turned 47 and started going blind, and before I . . . got fatter (12/30 – Currently have no excuse – have been happily unemployed doing NOTHING, but reading blogs and gaining weight since September).

I ran into an old coaching friend at the track yesterday (Tony and I were WALKING a whole MILE). He said, “Why are you walking? What did you do, go and let yourself get outta shape after being in such great shape?”

Ten years ago, this would have stung (12/30 –  Not as much as “That sweater is HUGE!”), but my only thought was, I have never been in “great shape!” Even when this picture was taken, I had skinny guys in tight biking outfits pedaling past me on a bike race around Tahoe wishing me, the fat lady, well. “Keep it up, you can do it!”

Trust me, they were not just being good sports on the road, every woman knows the difference between “pity encouragement” and “you are so hot.” I passed them as we approached the summit, so I guess I was in better shape than them. “Good job!” I said. I guess I’m also kind of a b – – ch. Sorry.

The sucky  thing about losing weight is that it requires an enormous amount of attention and it seems like such a shallow thing to obsess about. Yet, every time I go to the doctor, she tells me if I don’t lose weight, I’m going to die! Actually, she doesn’t say that, she says with that same sort of pity encouragement tone in her voice, “You know you are overweight, don’t you?”

I want to say, “Duh!”, but I forgive her because she’s in early thirties and she hasn’t given birth yet. She continues, “You need to exercise more and eat less.” I smile and nod.

12/30/11 So I will be heading to Weight Watchers next week along with everyone else – those Jennifer Hudson commercials work. 33rd time is a charm, right?

One more side note: Many of the blogging friends I have made are dealing with heartbreak and serious health issues, hence, I think it’s important to add that this is very light-hearted and I know I am very fortunate just to be able to eat.