Several years ago, I had an epiphany.
I had a weight program. A severe weight problem. It was not going away. So, on January 2, I attended my first Weight Watchers meeting. And that began a journey that led to a 70 pound weight loss.
I increased my activity level and started walking. And walking. And walking. Eventually I began to run short distances. And I ran. And I ran. And soon I could run a 5K race.
With the weight loss and running my health began to get better. My diabetes was completely under control. I was able to stop many of my blood pressure medications. Life was good.
And I got a little cocky. I began to feel that I could do it all on my own. I knew how to manage my weight and fitness levels. So I quit going to Weight Watchers.
The weight began to creep back on. I first I denied it. It was, after all only a few pounds. After a long, hard look at myself, I realized that if I didn't get control of this RIGHT NOW, I would gain every pound back and lose all the health gains that I had made.
So yesterday I joined Weight Watchers again. On this blog I will be honest about my progress, both the highs and lows. I want you, oh bloggysphere, to be one more person to whom I am accountable. Accountable for the chili cheese fries at a ballgame. Accountable for the chips and salsa. Accountable for the late night TV snacks.
I'm not trying to look like I did at twenty (talk about impossible) but I want to maintain the gains in health that I have made in the last couple of years.
So, here we go on that old roller coaster ride again! Hang On!