At 62, I'm still playing with the yo-yo -- the yo-yo dieting I seem to have done since high school.
Really struggled this winter, Living in Boston, where the cold and snow defeated efforts to stay active. My parents are both ill, so caretaking has taken up time and remarkable amounts of mental energy.
But here's the thing. Getting in control, seeing the weight inch down ever so slowly while picking up the exercise has helpedme so much on all fronts. And I feel like I can now admit HOW BAD I FELT ABOUT GAINING THIS WEIGHT. I am low carb-- just can't be no carb it seems -- and I'm really scared I will not making it to my goal -- I fear that will tip me right back up the scale!