French women may not get fat, but I sure do in Evangelina's Journal

I’ve been plagued with being overweight since I was about 9 years old. Dieted most of my adult life. Been up really high, and down to what I consider low for my height and body frame. Mostly, I’ve lost the battle to what I consider a good weight for myself. At present time, I would like to drop about 40 pounds. I would even be happy if I could lose 20 pounds and keep it off. I’ve been reading a book called “French Women Don’t Get Fat”. It’s sort of a charming book, written more like a friend talking to another friend, and I like the approach the author takes. Keep a diary of your food to see where and what you’re overeating, and once you’ve identified those foods, then limit them. Make sure you eat a variety of fruits and vegetables. Drink lots of water. And move more. She recommends a 20 minute walk a day. She also said, “If you get a little hungry between meals, so what? You won’t die. Drink a glass of water.”

You know, I have no doubt that I can lose 20 pounds. I KNOW I can. I just DON’T do the work. I finished watching an episode of 600 pound life this afternoon, and one woman had gotten down to 218 pounds. That’s less than I weigh! But she still looked really bad with hanging skin and an enormous neck, and she’s still unable to walk very much. She’d probably look at me and think, “Look at that 226 pound woman….what’s her problem?”

I don’t think my fat ass will ever see WW again either. When I was on the old program, I was really motivated to work and lose. It got so stupid and off track from really LOSING weight over the last years I was there, that I realized this was just not working for me, and I remember I took it kind of hard. I had always believed in that program. It was strict but supportive. While there were many times I just didn’t work the program, I always felt like it was there for me. I quit when I realized it was letting me down. It became less about really working to lose weight and more about “little victories” of hiding a pie behind something in your fridge so you didn’t see it and be tempted. I’m here to tell you I’ve never forgotten where I put a pie in my LIFE. Onward to reading more of the French women book! It may not be my answer either, but it’s an interesting read.