In the past, I had abused diets as much as Iâ€™d abused food. I had starved the weight off to the point of losing my hair and developing blurred vision.
This time, I would set small goals, so that when I reached them it would give me the confidence to continue. I learned to prepare and enjoy low-fat, healthy food. I also developed a new way to talk to myself about food. When food â€œcalled out to me,â€ instead of saying, â€œGo ahead, girl, eat. Whoâ€™s going to know?â€ the new Teresa was firm. No! I will not eat in private anymore. I will eat when I choose, not when food dictates. How wonderful it felt when I made it through another day without cheating.
Toughest of all, I had to concentrate on the positives in my life. I had always been so good at encouraging others; now I realised the person who needed me most was me. I made myself wear make-up because it made me feel prouder of myself. Somedays that was just the little push I needed to get me through. As the weight came off and I got smaller, my confidence in myself grew and grew.
I remember the first time I went to the regular, not plus size, section of the local store. I cried as I looked around at all the racks of clothes I knew I could wear. I grabbed 20 outfits and went to the dressing room. The attendant raised her eyebrows, saying, â€œAll of these?â€ I smiled broadly. â€œAll of these,â€ I answered proudly. Zipping up a pair of jeans, I felt a wonderful sense of freedom. Iâ€™m going to make it, I thought. â€” Beliefnet.com