The pit of my stomach tells me much more about my feelings
than it does about hunger for food. I am finding this as I concentrate on
keeping off the 36 pounds I have lost.
I’ve tended to interpret those weird stirrings deep down as
a constant need for food, but I know now that can’t always be right; no one is
hungry twenty-four hours a day.
I want to get into the dieters hall of fame. That is where
women go who lose weight for good. To become a member of that exclusive club, I
now ask myself many times a day:
“Who’s talking, the pit
of my stomach— or the pit of my heart?”
What a loaded question. But you see, this is indeed the
question now. It is no longer a question of following a diet word for word,
ounce for ounce, calorie for calorie, because the extra weight is gone. I don’t
need a diet any more.
I’ve got my before and after photos, and there’s a
spectacular change, anyone can see that. But it’s only the outside part of the
story, not what counts at this point, which is the inside, the deepest part.