Hi. My name is Cathy and I'm an overweight, post-menopausal, stressed-out, empty-nested, sleep-deprived Baby Boomer.
(Now, you say: "Hi, Cathy!")
The all-too kind folks here at HealthCentral are calling me an "expert" based on the fact that I am a professional writer/editor and, presumably, have enough knowledge and experience to impart to a health-minded audience.
It's true that I do write on a number of subjects, including health and wellness for Boomer-aged women, on my Web site - BoomerGirl.com. I keep abreast of all the latest health news and I can speak with authority on most matters of nutrition. Believe me, at age 51, I know the drill: Sugar and white flour = bad; fruit, vegetables and whole grains = good. Exercise 45 minutes daily for optimal health. Consume 8 glasses of water and 35 grams of fiber a day. Take your vitamins. Avoid sodium. Embrace soy.
But I don't practice what I preach. Not even close.
I have started and quit hundreds, if not thousands, of diets in my life. My shelves are full of books on the diet of the moment - Scarsdale, Atkins, South Beach, Long Beach, Redondo Beach... (Fad diets - now THAT'S my area of expertise!) I have stuck with a weight loss program for as long as 6 months (pre-wedding) and as little as 20 minutes (it was a really good doughnut!).
That's going to change.
I've committed to this blog because it is the best way I can think of to finally - once and for all - drop the 50+ extra pounds that are keeping me from fully enjoying life, and hopefully inspire a few of you along the way.
In my youth, I was motivated by superficial things like fitting into a smaller swimsuit or an old pair of jeans. Now, the writing is on the wall (or, at least, on my chart at the doctor's office). My weight is starting to affect my health. My blood pressure is up despite medication. My blood sugar is higher than it should be (diabetes runs in my family). My bad cholesterol is bad and my good cholesterol...well, it ain't good.
Every condition, syndrome or affliction I have - including carpal tunnel, insomnia, hot flashes, plantars fasciitis and a sore left knee - can be improved or eliminated by losing this excess poundage. I have no doubt that with significant weight loss I can reduce the medications I'm taking by half, maybe altogether. I absolutely HATE paying Walgreens that $140 every month. (I confess, I'm a tightwad. It's the reason I stopped coloring my hair).
It's time to get serious.
Here's the plan. Starting Monday (because I'm going away with my husband for our anniversary this weekend and, besides, nobody starts a diet on Friday, right?), it's "game on." I will reveal my goal weight and my plan to achieve it. I promise to be honest, candid and consistent with you. Should you decide to join me in your own quest for better health, I will expect the same in return.
Let's do this together and have some fun along the way. I'll share tips, recipes, exercises and plenty of frustrations with you - you do the same with me. Sometimes, it won't be about dieting at all. Sometimes, it might be about George Clooney or the latest episode of "The Office."
Think of this blog as a cross between Bridget Jones' Diary, a fun but dysfunctional support group, and the confessional at "Little Sisters of the Portly."
Anyone want to join me in a midlife meltdown?
Published On: October 31, 2007