Actually, I'm not new to low-carb, just new to this forum. I've been registered for a while, but due to my defeated attitude I'm just now making the decision to get serious with my health.
My name is Carol Ann,
and I live in Pittsburgh, PA, having moved here only a couple of months ago. Five years ago, I weighed 196 lbs. before starting a low-carb diet. After about 6 months I weighed in at 137 lbs. and felt like I could take on the world. I had been walking during the weight loss phase and had taken up hiking on long nature trails. Being that healthy and feeling that good was like a dream come true. Then life happened and I slipped. . . no. . .fell headlong. . .into the same bad eating habits that had kept me obese most of my adult life. 
After my weight loss, I ended up going through a divorce, moving in with a man who hated 'fat' people (and he let me know it every day), having a hysterectomy, losing my mom to emphysema, then finally meeting my dream man to whom I am currently (and hopefully forever) married. I kept my weight down to 155 after gaining up to that until about 2 years ago. I started eating sugar again for some insane reason that I can't even pinpoint. My hubby is a skinny little guy who can't keep weight on, so I feed him for weight gain. I know I can't eat like he does. I just have to get that through my thick skull.
Anyway, although I had lost quite a bit of weight, I didn't do it right. I used lots and lots of bars and shakes and low-carb cookies and chips. I ate meat maybe once a day. I was basically living on chemicals. If I could have eaten a bar a day and had healthy low-carb wholesome foods the rest of the time, I would have been so much better off. Then the low-carb industry started spiraling, and I couldn't find the bars and snacks that were now the staple of my diet. So what did I do? I started eating sugary candy bars and real potato chips and the pounds came back with a vengeance. In fact, they invited 4 more friends to move in with them.
Now I weigh 200 lbs., and I'm so disgusted with myself. I am starting back on strict induction tomorrow. My goal is to lose 70 lbs. I am not hung up on a time limit. I just want to get back into a size 8 and feel healthy and vital again. I am tired of hiding in my apartment afraid of what other people think of me. I am 41 years old, and I feel like I'm 81. I'm so embarrassed by how I look that I've almost become a hermit.
So with the support of you lovely people
and the inner strength that I know I still have, I am changing my ways. . .and my weighs!
My name is Carol Ann,

After my weight loss, I ended up going through a divorce, moving in with a man who hated 'fat' people (and he let me know it every day), having a hysterectomy, losing my mom to emphysema, then finally meeting my dream man to whom I am currently (and hopefully forever) married. I kept my weight down to 155 after gaining up to that until about 2 years ago. I started eating sugar again for some insane reason that I can't even pinpoint. My hubby is a skinny little guy who can't keep weight on, so I feed him for weight gain. I know I can't eat like he does. I just have to get that through my thick skull.

Anyway, although I had lost quite a bit of weight, I didn't do it right. I used lots and lots of bars and shakes and low-carb cookies and chips. I ate meat maybe once a day. I was basically living on chemicals. If I could have eaten a bar a day and had healthy low-carb wholesome foods the rest of the time, I would have been so much better off. Then the low-carb industry started spiraling, and I couldn't find the bars and snacks that were now the staple of my diet. So what did I do? I started eating sugary candy bars and real potato chips and the pounds came back with a vengeance. In fact, they invited 4 more friends to move in with them.
Now I weigh 200 lbs., and I'm so disgusted with myself. I am starting back on strict induction tomorrow. My goal is to lose 70 lbs. I am not hung up on a time limit. I just want to get back into a size 8 and feel healthy and vital again. I am tired of hiding in my apartment afraid of what other people think of me. I am 41 years old, and I feel like I'm 81. I'm so embarrassed by how I look that I've almost become a hermit.
So with the support of you lovely people
and the inner strength that I know I still have, I am changing my ways. . .and my weighs!





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