Here I am under the bright lights of a bridal fitting room watching my daughter, Jana, get her dress taken in after losing 25 lbs. And then I see myself sitting large in one of the many obnoxiously in-your-face mirrors. There’s no escaping it. I am big. But I’m working to change that.
Weight Watchers® has worked in the past, and I’m counting on it again. My trouble was that I didn’t stick with the maintenance part of the plan. I chose food again and again. It’s been my drug of choice since my mother died. I think it was because I missed her so much and food filled that emptiness. My dad also was freer with money and allowed any snack a teenager could want. When he was still able to go shopping, he’d come home with my favorite goodies and I know it was his way of showing he loved me.
Still as years have gone by and I psychologically know the root causes of overeating, I have chosen the path of most destruction in going for food and more food. At my age, I know better. It’s not too late for me to change. I’m proud of my daughter’s weight loss. I know when you weigh less you look and feel better. Those are the plain and simple facts.
So I bid adieu to the largess woman in this mirrored (oh the horrors!) bridal shop. I want to be free of the weight burden and free of the endless food addiction. I can do it even if it takes a long time. Next time I’m in front of mirrors like this I want to see a smaller woman staring back at me.