December 14, 2015
Yes, the epilogue usually comes at the end. But for the purpose of maintaining a sense of urgency, I’m going to start at the end. I can do that because I think I know how this is going to play out.
Either I succeed at losing weight or my health will continue to deteriorate. I am fearful my continued failure with losing weight could even exacerbate my death. Thus my sense of urgency.
It’s hard to express to anyone how passionate I am about this. Everyone at one time or another is dieting. It’s always trending. I remember dieting as a teenager in the ‘60’s. There are so many books, seminars, gurus, drugs, supplements, organizations in the marketplace that participate in trying to solve our out of control obesity in this country. Unfortunately, we haven’t had much success. We’re all waiting for the magic pill.
At 65 it’s much harder to lose weight. I have no metabolism. I’ve tried several things, from drugs to exercise, and while diet pills always initially work, they wear off and become ineffective pretty quickly. Not to mention, they’re not good for your heart. And for me now, that’s an added problem.
When I was younger, 20 years ago, it was much easier to lose weight. Diet pills worked. Of course, cocaine or speed would work equally as well. But again, cocaine and speed are hardly sustainable lifestyle choices.
But now, except for starving, it’s hard to get the dial on the scale to go down.
(In process. To be continued.)