20130301-185222.jpgI’ve been helping two people lose weight for 6 months. I gave them 6 months of my life after learning the husband had been diagnosed with diabetes. So how did it go? Well, it’s still going. And here’s why. The holidays are killer for people trying to lose weight. I believe there’s one vital reason. When you eat badly at breakfast, you have a better chance at cheating during lunch and an even better shot at cheating during dinner. I mean you blew it at breakfast… what the hell… the whole day is shot. “I’ll do better tomorrow,” you say to yourself. So now take that daily concept and apply it to weeks. Several weeks. Make it a month. And now you’re saying to yourself, “I’ll be better in the new year.” I think the need to lose weight following the holidays is where you will find the origin of New Years resolutions! So here we are. 8 months later. My diabetic friend started at 327. He was at 283 before the holidays. He gained back 10 pounds during that 4 week period. Ouch. His wife started at 162. She got down to 139. Currently shes 141.

So I asked my diabetic friend if I could share our text conversation from a few weeks ago. He smiled and said no because he didn’t want people to think I was a douche!! Keep in mind I care about this guy… Sometimes I think more than he cares about himself. Our conversations are blunt, emotional and sometimes hard to swallow… Like this one:

Friend: I’m in a rut right now and losing the weight I gained over December is proving diffiuclt. I’m riding the bike and treadmill in the morning but I am still losing very slowly. I’m not in the groove yet on my eating habits. I feel like I’m getting depressed a little because I can’t control my urges to eat a little too much. I’m still in the 288 range and my blood sugar was 88 this morning on 40 unites of insulin. I guess I’m going to need some time and will power to get moving.

Me: This is what you are going to do tomorrow morning. You are going to wake up and put a band aide on your little toe. And then you are going to pull out that beautiful food journal I bought you and start writing down every gdam thing you put in your mouth. Then you are going to open up your favorite photo album and look at what’s important in your life. I sure as shit bet it’s not a bunch of pictures of bread and cheese and huge plates of pasta. You no longer have the choice to eat those things. The band aide will remind you of that every day until you get down to 275. And then you are going to do some workout that makes you feel good. DO YOU HEAR ME??? I want to see that food journal next week when we work out together. Tough love SUCKS! Tough shit!

So how did he respond to my lovely text? I’ll let you know tomorrow.



About Wendy D

I was born in San Francisco and ended up marrying a rancher in Reno, Nevada. I have a big city job anchoring the 5 o’clock news but come home to the country where my husband’s family has ranched for 5 generations.


  1. Erica says:

    Love the band aid idea! I can’t wait to read about his response.

    I’ve been exercising diligently for 13 weeks and the scale is going the wrong damn way! I think I will make a food journal too. Great idea!


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