The Joy of Counting Fat Rolls

I remember when my first baby was about six months old, we could count the little fat rolls around her thighs and belly. We just thought they were so cute; healthy baby fat. As adults fat rolls are anything but cute, and counting them can be rather traumatic... normally.

Rolls are cute on puppies to!

I've been over weight most of my life. I had a few years in childhood were I wasn't a couple years between high school and adulthood, that's about it. Other then that there has been way to much fat on this body.

Through the years I tried diet after diet, a few pounds would come off, but always even more would come back on; each with its own fat roll to go with it. I could have named each fat roll for the diets that didn't work, but what would have been the point in that. Besides, eventually all the fat rolls combined into one giant fat roll that encompassed my body like a balloon. If only it really were a balloon, I could have punctured it and been done with this journey! :D

Then the journey would have been over though, and I have miles to go and much to learn. So now that I've lost more then 26 pounds, in a little over a month, a new phenomenon has occurred! Fat rolls are re-appearing! At first there were two, now there are three. My body is starting the process toward having a shape again! It may seem laughable to be joyfully counting my fat rolls, but they give me solid evidence that fat is exiting my body. Yes!

I only weigh once a month, on the first of each month (part of my recovery program), so I can't tell you for sure how much more weight I've lost since then, but my body is letting me know in unique ways, and I like it!

This time around I am not on a diet, or a food plan, I'm restructuring my whole life. I'm recovering from my addictions and learning how to live life more fully, one day at a time.

There is Always a Beginning...

Yes, there is always a beginning, and I've had many. I have tried so many things to change my life, but have never made it to the finish line. I can't promise that this time will be any different, in fact in many ways I doubt that it will be. I'm afraid to say that though, as it want it so badly.  At 47 years old I was shocked to find that I'd hit my highest weight ever, 321 pounds. I was on several medications, had declining health, I was drinking heavily and just felt that I would never get control over these things that were keeping me prisoner in a body of fat and misery. Now, 30 days later, I've been granted a reprieve, it's a daily reprieve, but it's a reprieve non the less. One day at a time I am turning over these addictions to God as I understand him, and each day I've been able to stay abstinent, and sober. 30 days has made a huge difference. I dropped 26 pounds down to 295, and went down almost 2 sizes in clothes! I'm off my blood pressure and cholesterol medications. I'm starting to have more energy. I know I still have a long way to go, and it's going to take probably a couple of years, but I am ready and willing to continue on this path I've started down. This journey has not been easy, but with the 12 step programs I've had the support I need to keep moving forward. God is doing wonders in my life and I plan to stay around to see the miracle. It's never to late to begin again.