Those who are planning to diet
Should beware of ads that scream, “TRY IT!
A miracle pill? Don’t you buy it.

© Stephanie Malley

The start of a new year is often a time for renewed resolutions to lose weight. Although I’m not overweight, I do struggle with sugar addiction and binge eating and want to recommend the eating program I’ve followed (mostly!) for a dozen years. Check out the website Radiant Recovery to see what the program offers (think healing). It was developed by Kathleen DesMaisons and has a weight loss component based on her book Your Last Diet.

Her newly revised book Potatoes Not Prozac (2019) gives a complete description of the program. I read the 2008 version–it’s the only book that I can truly say changed my life. I would go to church functions where cookies platters abounded and, after eating a reasonable two or three cookies, spend my time wishing I could have five or six more (c’mon, ten or twelve more). I would stand in the grocery store checkout line resenting the fact that I had young children in the cart with me, who would notice if I added a candy bar to the other grocery items. I kept thinking that if I could just get away for a month, I could get my head straightened out, and then I’d be able to control my eating.

Now I never experience cravings on outings. I feel blue less often, too, and I’m more mentally stable. I’m so grateful that even when I give in to binge eating at times (usually when I haven’t followed the program faithfully), I know what I need to do to get back on track.

It’s a sane way of eating–that’s what I like best about it. Peace to your ♥ !

“The Bottom Line”

I’m calling this “light verse about a weighty subject.” :) Enjoy! (And, of course, peace to your ♥ ! )

 The Bottom Line

Every July, suppressing a sigh,
My cardiac doctor would say,
“Your weight’s too high; you really must try
To take a brisk walk every day.”

It wasn’t as though I didn’t know
Time walking was very well spent.
I did—even so, my get-up-and-go
Quite often got up and went.

I’d be good for a while, decked out in style
In sweat-wicking exercise clothes,
But as each added mile became more of a trial,
I’d opt to stay inside and doze.

One holiday, I swore not to delay;
I made a New Year’s resolution:
A daily sashay was a small price to pay
To alter my weight distribution.

When I glanced at my rear in the bedroom mirror,
I saw it was worse than I thought.
If I hoped to appear in a swimsuit this year,
I couldn’t sashay; I must trot.

While it was forty degrees without any breeze,
I maintained a respectable pace.
Then along came a freeze; I grew weak at the knees
At the thought of what I would face.

Refusing to doubt, I went shopping about
For a parka and long underwear.
By the time I set out, now even more stout,
The only thing brisk was the air.

It soon became clear I’d be nowhere near
Ready when summertime came.
My hubby (the dear) said not to fear,
I’d be his sweetheart just the same.

Did I really care if my derriere
Was a lot on the larger side?
After all, to be fair, I now had gray hair
And was no longer a blushing young bride.

But I didn’t quit; I resolved to get fit
And not worry about my appearance.
Over time, bit by bit, as I kept at it,
My clothes gained some much needed clearance.

When I last saw the doc, I gave him a shock;
He couldn’t believe I’d been walking.
Now look at the clock—it’s time for sunblock
And letting my feet do the talking.

© Stephanie Malley