I've been saying for years that I need to lose weight.
But not making too much effort, the time just wasn't right.
Not because I'm fat, although I am quite plump in areas that shouldn't be, but because I'm carrying too much weight for my smallish bones.
The strain on the joints is showing up as arthritis in too many places to be comfortable with.
The trouble with dieting is that I just love to eat. And eat and eat...you get the picture.
Every now and again though, I lose that urge to stuff myself.
(Last time this happened was sometime back in the 80's)
I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner, but in smaller portions and don't go back for seconds.
Dessert holds no appeal. Snacking? Pfft!
This magical moment arrived last Friday.
All weekend I haven't eaten as much as I have been for the last eight or so years.
The stomach is feeling a little hollow, but I'm not at all hungry.
There is no chocolate in my house and when I shopped this morning, I didn't even go down that aisle.
I don't want any.
For me, that's the key point.
When I don't want chocolate, I'm ready to stick with the no snacking program.
So I'm thinking 10 kilos shouldn't be so much of a challenge.
Gone by Christmas or even earlier.
I won't be rushing it along though, at my age losing weight too fast would have me looking like a scrawny old chook, going slower gives the skin time to adjust.....I hope.
I won't be hopping on and off the scales either.
I'll be using my favourite (my only) skirt to check how I'm doing.
I haven't been able to zip or button it for eight years.
So that's my goal.
10 kilos or 22 pounds, whichever comes first.
Santa's First Report Card
6 minutes ago