I started dieting at 180. I finally stopped at 350.
This page is the long version. If you've ever believed the problem was you, I wrote it for you.
The day the first diet started.
Where thirty years of dieting left me.
Where I am today, four years after quitting.
Thirty years of trying harder
I did everything right. I counted, I weighed, I earned my meals and apologized for them. Every diet worked for a while. Then my body fought back harder, and every restart left me heavier than the one before. The world looks at a 350-pound woman and sees someone who gave up. I was the opposite. I never stopped trying.
By 61 my body was keeping score. Type 2 diabetes. Emphysema. A body I didn't want to live in and doctors who'd stopped seeing me. That's the part nobody talks about. When you're big enough, medicine gives up on you too.
So I quit. Not food. Dieting. I stopped starving my body and started feeding it like it belonged to someone I loved.
What I did instead
Whole food. Mostly plants, a lot of them raw, and fresh juice beside them. No points and no punishments. I studied for years and became a Holistic Nutrition Educator, because I needed to understand what was happening in my own body. The weight came off slowly and then it kept coming off. More than 210 pounds so far.
Today I'm 65. I'm symptom-free from type 2 diabetes and emphysema. My heart is strong. I'm in the gym most mornings, and yes, after losing that much weight you have skin. It bothers me some days. It never ruins one.
Start where I started.
The juice book is $27 and it's the kitchen I healed in. The Spark Protocol is free and it's the map.