God, I hate dieting.
Although I’m actually pretty good at it when I put my mind to it. I’ve had three different diets — in 1985, 1989 and 2010 — where I lose a total of about 275 pounds. A number of lesser ones probably take my lifetime total up to at least 500 pounds lost.
Yeah, I know. I talked about this recently.
But I’m four weeks into Noom, and the program seems to make pretty good sense to me. Actually, I’m shocked at one aspect of it. The thing that concerned me most was being able to walk enough to get the necessary exercise. I had reached a point in my life where not only did I rarely walk without a cane, when I went to the grocery store I would ride one of those carts rather than try to walk.
Couple that with the hot summer weather and walking for exercise was a chore.
With Noom the idea was that I would work my way up from 2,000 steps a day to 5,000. At first just doing 2,000 was a chore. The last couple days I’ve topped 4,000 and I think I’ll hit 5,000 in another week or so.
Eating isn’t the toughest part of it. I’m allowed 1,400 calories a day and most days I’m exercising enough to push it to 1,500. I’m finding it’s not that difficult to make that number as long as candy bars and pastries are on the verboten list.
Today was the start of my fifth week, and I’ve dropped 20 pounds so far.
I’m still a long way from being able to wear the really nice clothes in my closet. I have three or four pairs of Polo slacks with a 32 waist. I’m at 42 now, which is a long way off.
The funny thing is those pants are as old as my 36-year-old son. I bought them in 1985 at Famous-Barr in St. Louis.
I’d like to be able to wear them again before I die.
I’m at least another 65 pounds from them fitting.
Tally ho!
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The picture is from July 2010 in Texas.The shocker to me is that I looked so young.