I saw the picture on a search engine. It was some triple grease burger that had to contain thousands of calories and hundreds of fat grams.
Are you kidding me?
Come on, America ...
What are we thinking?
On the same news page, there was an inspirational story about a busy mom who dropped 103 pounds after topping 200 pounds. She used a simple formula: Diet and exercise.
Her story could be my story.
At my first doctor's appointment after learning I was pregnant for Master Em, aka Little Man, I weighed in at a whopping 200 pounds. I'm a short gal. Every pound showed. I knew what I was facing in the future, but it became painfully clear when gestational diabetes hit. Pricking my fingers four times a day, living off chicken and apples and recording numbers constantly was NOT how I wanted to live.
Change needed to happen fast.
My wake-up call was ringing, and I planned to answer.
Here's the deal. When you're overweight, pregnancy tends to be a blessing. You see, I've learned that when I was skinny and got pregnant, I gained a lot of weight. When I was fat and got pregnant, I lost weight. Figuring that in the equation, and I knew when Master Em was born, I'd have my diet jumpstart if I was willing to take it.
He arrived happy and healthy, and I was down a whopping 30 pounds almost immediately.
Could I keep it up?
Not without exercise. Three weeks after he was born, I headed to the track. I started walking and running, and I kept going. The weight was slowly coming off, but my diet needed a boost, so I cut calories. Big time. I went from over 2,000 calories a day down to 1,000 to 1,200.
It worked. The weight started falling off.
Who knew the secret to weight-loss would be diet and exercise? No miracle or secret to it. No belly band needed, or firming belt required. It's not easy, but 70 pounds later, I'm wearing sizes I would've never dreamed of wearing, and I'm maintaining.
But I can't eat triple burgers loaded with calories and fat. I don't even want to. I figure an ex-fatty looking at something like that is akin to an ex-smoker seeing a person smoke -- it disgusts you. I pass on Chinese buffets, and pick a salad most days when I eat out with my family. I choose my restaurants according to menu items, opting for a place with grilled chicken options over their calorie-loaded counterparts. Mexican was once a weekly, if not twice weekly treat. I can honestly say I haven't eaten Mexican in months. It's the same with alcohol. Loaded with calories, I skip beers and mixed drinks are a rare treat. I even know which restaurants have medium-sized drinks that are more like gallon jugs and which ones have "normal-sized" drinks.
It's a lifestyle change for sure, but I think it's time for Americans to step away from the plate. Portion control is a major factor, and I'm proof you don't have to live off of egg whites and wheat toast to lose weight.
I don't believe the government should be stepping in to control things like school lunches, yet I wonder when the food industry is going to get the hint. When will we give up buffets, super-sized calorie-laden soft drinks and quadruple burgers with cheese and bacon? When is enough going to be enough?