I’d seen my doctor every year and had the usual blood panels done; and of course for the last three years all those numbers were increasing…
My doctor was really beginning to worry about the A1C numbers (a pre-diabetic indicator). He was concerned about this and told me that lowering my weight was a must and could decrease all of these swiftly.
Because of my weight, I was miserable and depressed. I wasn’t very active, and I couldn’t do most of what I wanted to do…
Following the new diet plan my doctor gave me was a real battle of the wills. (If you’re like me, you’ve noticed that it’s harder to manage your diet as you get older. It’s much harder, so I’ll bet you can relate to my story)
Some days, I’d come home feeling stressed out and be unable to resist the urge to binge eat. Despite the remorse I felt afterward, progress was slower than a sloth on a leisurely stroll.
Then, in the hopes of shedding some pounds and toning my body, I joined a nearby gym for “active adults.”I put in a lot of effort, feeling sore and exhausted after every workout, but progress was excruciatingly slow.
It was incredibly frustrating to put in so much effort and see such little results.
I tried everything, yoga, running, even spin classes, hoping to find something that would work.
And when my personal trainer said “abs are made in the kitchen” I went back to focusing on my diet.
But, despite my best efforts, the results just didn’t seem to show up. It was beyond frustrating, and it made me feel like I was never going to succeed.
I started to lose hope and wondered if all of this hard work was even worth it.