I'm a new bandit as of July 24th, the first day of the rest of my life. Still pretty sore, but am bouncing back. The dill was taking over my garden so Mr. Wonderful (husband of 11 years) pulled some weeds last night. Well, bending over repeatedly isn't the smartest move on the planet. WEED YOUR GARDEN BEFORE YOU HAVE SURGERY!!!
I'm a 44 year old lawyer who has began struggling with "chubby" sizes in my pre-teens. I'm tall and have always "carried it well." yeah, right. With the creep of slower metabolism, less activity, busier schedule, love of chocolate, blah blahb labh albha, you know the story. I also felt pretty much kicked in the head when my joints started to hurt pretty consistently and I realized that couldn't run with my 10 and 8 year old daughters. My 8 year old announced, "its ok mom, you're just a little fat." There is was, the realization that my kids are aware that their mom is less active, less fit and too big in comparison to the rest of the world.
Like most of us, I've had varied success and failure with every diet on the planet. I look forward to long term success with reasonable eating and my new secret weapon!