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DIET BITESThe Shape of Things to Come™ - How to Lose Weight & Keep it Off ForeverThis section of Diet Bites contains a 200+ page plan for weight loss success. To navigate, click here for the complete index of articles pertaining to The Shape of Things to Come. Please bookmark this page & we thank you for making Diet Bites one of your favorite weight loss havens on the web. |
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Why My Weight Refused to Surrender - Page 3 After going through an ‘I hate my body phase' then I'd go through an ‘I'm going to torture my body by starving and teach it to NEVER gain weight again' phase.   Yes, quite brainless in more ‘weighs’ than one, but true.   My diet on many days wasn't enough to keep a Rhode Island gnat alive. At one point I enrolled in college and took nutrition courses, frolicking eagerly in the pool of proper nutrition and receiving an A++ for my paper efforts.   But when it came to putting those practices into use in the real world, they didn't work.  Why?   Because 99.9% of the material was developed by individuals who were not victims of obesity.   Sure, they may have been pros where Weight Maintenance was concerned – but they didn’t have an inkling about the Kong-sized hurdles that the overweight individual faced. When my excess weight exploded beyond seventy-five pounds, my attempts at weight loss came few and far between.   Diets that once lasted for a few weeks were suddenly lasting for a few days, then a couple of days, then a handful of hours.   I'd start a diet when I woke up and by noon I was forging in the Happy Dessert Garden, dancing with the Sugar Plum Fairy herself.   Sometimes just for the fun of it, we’d invite Handsome Enchilada Jose, and Miss Sodium Slot Machine along to the party.   It’s hard to live-it-up properly without salted nuts, salted chips and salted hunks of cheese.   The problem was that I may have felt like I was living it up when in fact I was having a ‘killer time’ - slowly carving away years of my life. Needless to say, at one point I simply didn't believe in myself.   I gave up.   It was impossible – ever being normal weight – much less thin again.   And it was embarrassing – embarrassing at work, embarrassing to my children, embarrassing to my parents, embarrassing to my brother and other family members, embarrassing whenever I saw people that I hadn't seen in years – particularly skinny family members.   I just wanted to hide my head in the sand and cry – like an obese ostrich.   But of course, I couldn’t because at that point it was difficult to bend over and even when I could accomplish such, my dress would hike up over my backside.   I was in a lose-lose situation, but it had nothing to do with weight loss.   |
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