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| 99.1 | Sticker shock | SQM::AITEL | Helllllllp Mr. Wizard! | Fri Aug 14 1987 09:42 | 5 |
| I'm 5'4". The scale up at the nurses' office said 179 1/2.
I simply COULDN'T deal with 180!
--Louise
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| 99.2 | MY EARLY MOTIVATION | WONDER::COYLE | | Fri Aug 14 1987 09:50 | 11 |
| I found a scale that would weigh me (an acheivement in itself),
it said 398. I couldn't escape the possibility of 400 and decided
to get under 350 for safety.
One day at a time my resolve firmed as I progressed and though I
never would have believed it currently at 218 I am looking forward
to getting under 200.
-Joe
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| 99.3 | Puerto Vallarta is for swimsuits! | SSDEVO::HILLIGRASS | | Fri Aug 14 1987 17:09 | 12 |
| My "last straw" event was planning a trip to Puerto Vallarta
in October and realizing I can't wear my jeans. Shorts *were*
totally out of the question, and when I got to thinking about
it I had not put on a swimsuit in 2 years. UGH! 4 years ago
I wore a size 10, oops when did 16 pop into my life....started
after I got married 3 1/2 years ago! I dream of fitting back into
my 10 clothes, they are much nicer and I dont' use as much soap
to clean them! :*)
- Sue
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| 99.4 | Mirror Shock | CHOVAX::GILSON | | Mon Aug 17 1987 13:52 | 4 |
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Seeing myself naked.
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| 99.5 | | HOTAIR::ARAGON | Kathy Aragon | Mon Aug 17 1987 16:10 | 11 |
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-< Biological Clock Ticking >-
I realized that TWELVE years ago I resolved to weigh 125 pounds
by the time I was 18 ( I weighed a "whopping" 132 pounds then, at 5'4").
I didn't make it...and I've put on 70 pounds in those twelve years.
I'm not getting any younger, and I REFUSE to be this weight when I'm
35!!!
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| 99.6 | A Different Drummer | NATASH::BUTCHART | | Tue Aug 18 1987 09:46 | 35 |
| I did not so much decide to "lose weight" as to introduce sanity
into my whole approach to food.
The last straw for that decision was the last low-cal diet I was
on. It was balanced and all that, but it just wasn't enough. I
woke up finally one day, wondering how I could drag myself out of
bed and go to work when I felt so weak, and wondering what I could
eat and when and all of sudden it hit me: _my entire life now revolved
around what I did or did not put in my mouth and what the scale
said! I could think of nothing else!_
That sounded suddenly crazy to me; even I'd gotten fat before by
being careless with food consumption, the obsessive borderline
psychotic I'd become (who wept at mealtimes because her stomach
ached from hunger, who wept if she consumed one calorie more than
her allotment, who no longer wanted to do anything else in
life, who read the food and restaurant columns 5 times a day, who
was out of work and didn't want to leave the house, who tore at
her flesh in front of the mirror because it wouldn't shrink faster)
was worse. I decided that if I had to be like this in order to be
truly thin, that if this was what the books called "motivation"--
it wasn't worth it; that I wanted a full life and that maybe
a full body (within reason) went with that desire; that I had to
get sane about food, but for me dieting and food planning and weighing
and measuring and writing up each morsel I put in my mouth wasn't
the way to do it.
It has been very slow going (success measured in years, not weeks
or months) doing it "my way", but I wouldn't call back that former
state of mind (torture, actually) for the world.
Here's to success, for ourselves, on our own terms!
Marcia
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| 99.7 | | DELNI::SCHWINDT | | Wed Aug 19 1987 08:21 | 7 |
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RE. .6
BRAVO!
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| 99.8 | Can we talk?? | OVDVAX::WIEGMANN | | Mon Aug 24 1987 12:08 | 25 |
| OK, I'm going to take a deep breath and say it - SEX!
I began to take a serious look at the whys and wherefores, and realized
that my asthma and his late hours were not the excuse - it was that
I couldn't stand the thought of him seeing me in all my cellulite
glory! What would I do if he said "YUCK" out loud? Or what if
he was absentmindedly fondling what he thought was an erogenous
zone and it was really a fat roll! My God! This goes beyond the
line of thinking that if he loves me, he loves me the person, etc,
etc. I mean I was uncomfortable, embarrassed, couldn't relax, grossed
out when my mind was saying I was lithe, supple, sensuous but my
body was telling me I was lumpy, squishy, awkward! We are not talking
about the 5 or 10 pounds of "curves" here, but more like 50 excess
pounds! And to make it worse, he is about 80 pounds over weight,
so at a certain point, it all becomes comical trying to picture
the two of us together!! No mirrors on the ceiling for us - yet!
Anyway, anticipating and fantasizing a normal sex life is quite
an incentive - especially as we've only been married a year, and
the memories of when we were falling in love are still very fresh
and the weight has come since then!!
I apologize if I have offended anyone, but we all know it is reassuring
to know that others are feeling what we feel, so someone had to
broach the subject, eh?
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| 99.9 | PREGGIE WEIGHT WITHOUT THE BABY! | WONKA::DAVAULT | | Thu Sep 17 1987 13:49 | 10 |
| The last straw was when I realized if I put two more pounds on I
would be at the exact weight I was 14 years ago when I was nine
months pregnant. Also realizing my wrap around skirts weren't wrapping
too well and my stretch pants had reached the limit. Probably the
silliest was I didn't want to tell my parents to buy me size B
pantyhose again this Christmas. My father couldn't understand why
at 5' tall I needed pantyhose for people 5'6". I almost told him
not to bother buying them last year. In fact just loosing 11 pounds
put me back to a size A and I feel sooooooooo much better.
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| 99.10 | | HPSCAD::DMCARR | Raised on a PDP-9 | Thu Oct 15 1987 07:16 | 6 |
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...was being chosen as the anchor during the tug-of-war during our
department's engineering picnic. (Hey, I know I looked bad, but not
*that* bad!)
-Dom
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| 99.11 | I admit it, I was jealous :-) | ARGUS::CORWIN | I don't care if I AM a lemming | Thu Oct 15 1987 12:00 | 8 |
| The last straw for me came last summer. After months of not really being
serious about dieting, I saw the success my supervisor was having with
Weight Watchers, and I wasn't going to let her get down there without me!! :-)
We're both lifetime members now, by the way!
Jill
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| 99.12 | | MPGS::MULA | | Fri Oct 30 1987 04:52 | 7 |
| The last straw was looking in the mirror in my aerobics class and
noticing that my legs were twice the size of just about everyone
else in the room.
Nancy
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| 99.13 | You're *not* the only one! | RSTS32::KASPER | Beverly T Kasper | Wed Nov 11 1987 11:10 | 9 |
| There've been different last straws over the years. I've never
liked being fat; realizing that I wasn't going to make it on my
own was a gradual thing. Clothes had a lot to do with it, and yes,
so did sex. My husband finally admitted that the reason he tended
not to be interested was that I had gotten unattractive. He's heavy
too, but when I diet, he does too. We both feel better, and life
is much happier!
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| 99.14 | The last straw was... | SRFSUP::TERASHITA | California Girl | Thu Jan 07 1988 15:09 | 9 |
| Not being able to enjoy going to Disneyland with my husband (his
favorite spot on earth) because it was such heavy going to lug around
216 pounds on my 5'4" frame.
Also seeing my back problems get worse with each successive pound.
Lynn
(Getting Thynner)
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| 99.15 | Who healed the camel's back? | CADSE::SPRIGGS | Darlene..Making Music ALL THE TIME! | Thu Jun 23 1988 09:35 | 26 |
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If I collected all of my supposed "last straws", I could make a
pretty nice basket. The funny thing is that at the time it really
feels like the "last straw". Somewhere along the line it seems
like that old camel gets up feeling rejuvenated. It begins to walk
again trying to see how long it can carry the load before another
"last straw" is thrown on. If we could only somehow be in control of
when that camel's back is REALLY broken. Dieting reminds me of
the classic horror movie. Let's take "THE TERMINATOR" for example.
Everytime they thought they had killed poor Arnold, he would surely
get up again (mamed as he was). Each time they thought they killed
him, they would relax for a while. At that precise moment, he'd
begin to come again. I often feel like I have conquered my appetite
and my cravings, but the second I relax, here they come again. I
guess I'll just have to keep going and maybe one day I can truely
say "this was the LAST straw".
P.S. -- My latest last straw is that I bought a wonderful swim suit
that I don't look so wonderful in.
Before that, I was getting married.
Before that, .....
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| 99.16 | The never-ending battle... | JJM::ASBURY | | Thu Jun 23 1988 11:11 | 18 |
| re: .15
> I often feel like I have conquered my appetite
>and my cravings, but the second I relax, here they come again. I
>guess I'll just have to keep going and maybe one day I can truely
>say "this was the LAST straw".
Darlene,
I know what you mean! I have begun to believe, however, that I will
never totally "conquer" my appetite and my cravings. I will not
ever be able to completely relax. I guess it's just gonna be a lifelong
process of doing the best I can to control these things.
Good luck.
-Amy.
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| 99.17 | I can built a hut with last straws... | SHIRE::BIZE | | Fri Jun 24 1988 01:35 | 13 |
| Darlene,
You really hit a nerve there! One of my last straws was when I was
sooo fat at my daughter's first birthday... She is now 8 years old,
and I weigh exactly the same now, having lost and regained the SAME
30 pounds at least 6 times...
Maybe, one day, something really awful will happen, and the impression
will be so strong that it will last me all my life... Unfortunately,
I don't wish that to happen either!
Joana
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