"I Hated My Friend for Losing Weight"
Taking Control of My Weight
Since I stopped "dieting," I've lost 23 pounds. Instead of looking for the quick fix, I watch portions, limit refined carbs, sugar, and fat, and drink oceans of water. For exercise, I work out at home and a few times a week go to the local humane shelter and walk the dogs for miles. Sometimes I still get a twinge of envy when I pass a woman who's in fantastic shape, but instead of wallowing in the feeling, I tell myself to be proud of the way I've dealt with my problem, delving deep to learn the truth about its origins. I know it will take a year, maybe more, before I get down to fighting trim, but in the meantime, I savor the small victories: more-developed triceps, a blouse that buttons without gaping. Now I know the only person I have to measure up against is myself.
Originally published in Fitness magazine, April 2006.
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