From Fat to Fit: Turn Yourself into a Weapon of Mass Reduction

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This guide chronicles how one woman’s very public journey to lose weight mushroomed into a community quest to get fit. At the age of 60, Carole Carson broke the taboo of speaking about obesity when she openly admitted her shame and guilt about being fat and out of shape on the front page of the local newspaper. As she recounted her transformation from butterball to butterfly in a weekly newspaper column, she gradually inspired more than 1,000 people in her Northern California community to join her. People ...

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Overview

This guide chronicles how one woman’s very public journey to lose weight mushroomed into a community quest to get fit. At the age of 60, Carole Carson broke the taboo of speaking about obesity when she openly admitted her shame and guilt about being fat and out of shape on the front page of the local newspaper. As she recounted her transformation from butterball to butterfly in a weekly newspaper column, she gradually inspired more than 1,000 people in her Northern California community to join her. People who had struggled with weight loss and fitness suddenly found that when they joined with their friends and neighbors they could accomplish together what they could not do by themselves. They learned a completely new way of living and discovered that getting fit was fun and in the process lost the equivalent of a school bus! Through the guide’s seven-step process, among other practical strategies and resources, readers will find a framework for duplicating the Nevada County Meltdown’s successes in their respective communities—their congregation, their office, their friends and family—realizing the power of partnership and revitalizing their ties with each other.

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"This story puts a human face on the private taboo of weight. Both inspirational and informative, the author shows what is possible. Ordinary people can shed pounds and reconnect with each other."  —Paul Auerbach, MD, clinical professor of surgery, Stanford University

"One of those rare moments when ordinary people working together do something extraordinary. It made a lasting impression."  —Jeff Ackerman, publisher, The Union Newspaper

"Carole demonstrated how an average person—who lost weight, got fit, and went public—can indeed change lives."  —Lew Sitzer, executive director, Nevada County Television

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780976603092
  • Publisher: Hound Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2007
  • Pages: 264
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.64 (d)

Meet the Author

Carole Carson is the author of From Fat to Fit: Turn Yourself into a Weapon of Mass Reduction. Just before turning 60, she totally remade her life, losing 62 pounds and shrinking from a size 18 to a size 6. Then she invited her whole community to join the fun. Inspired by her example, more than a thousand people teamed up to lose nearly four tons of fat in two months.

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From Fat to Fit - Turn Yourself into a Weapon of Mass Reduction


By Carole Carson

Hound Press

Copyright © 2007 Hound Press, a division of Baskerville Enterprises, LLC
All right reserved.




Chapter One

I stepped out of the shower. Unwilling to put on underwear because it might add an extra ounce or two, I stood naked on the bathroom scale. Sucking in my stomach and holding my breath, I waited for the number that would determine my outlook for the day.

Yesterday, my 5'1" frame registered 179 pounds. Size 16 clothes were tight. A few size 18 tops had sneaked into my closet.

What would today bring? No number appeared on the scale. I stepped on and off the scale several times before realizing the scale was broken. Was there a message here?

Disheartened, I looked up, half expecting God's voice to break through the ceiling. The bathroom was quiet; I heard only my own voice, filled with self-loathing.

"How could you have gotten this fat?"

The next morning I went through the same ritual with a new and more accurate scale. Now I weighed 182-three pounds more!

"That's it!" I said, more in desperation than conviction. "If you don't change, you'll die fat. You have to do something before it's too late!"

Even though I didn't know where to begin and had failed hundreds of times in the past, I allowed myself the tiniest ray of hope. As tough as making changes would be, nothing could be worse than the verbal beatings I was giving myself.

Every day the voice incessantly nagged at me: "Howcould you let yourself get this fat?" "Why are you so weak-willed?" If self-loathing and shame were measurable, I had soared to the ninety-ninth percentile.

Shopping for clothes was a nightmare. I'd leave the changing room so determined to lose weight that I'd skip lunch, only to rebound and overeat that night.

Repeated failures had taught me one important lesson-wanting to change and actually changing are two different things. No question that I wanted to change, but would I? Could I?

Looking back, I realized my problem: I had tried to do it alone. For the first time, I admitted that I needed help.

Over breakfast I noticed a newspaper article suggesting fitness coaches weren't just for rich people. Maybe I could start there, I thought.

I began calling gyms to interview trainers. Since I was sporting a hamstring badly torn from trying to play tennis while out of shape, my near-term ability to exercise was limited. Maybe a little walking in the lap pool or some upper-body exercises? Since I'd never worked out in a gym with weights and resistance machines, I had no idea where to begin. For sure, though, I didn't want to reinjure my leg.

After several phone interviews, one trainer's style particularly appealed to me. Gayle Lossman laughed even more than I did. Her voice also sounded seasoned and mature. In talking with her, I realized I didn't want to work with an anorexic bimbette who had yet to bear the stretch marks of motherhood. When I told her how much I weighed and how out of shape I was, Gayle wasn't judgmental. Just the opposite-she seemed genuinely enthusiastic about my makeover project.

Later, when we met at a local gym, I discovered she was my age. One look at her stunning figure, and I blurted out, "Whatever you're doing, I want to do that too!"

Gayle insisted we set a specific goal for a certain amount of time. Since my sixtieth birthday was four months away, I said I wanted to lose forty pounds in four months. I had no idea if that was reasonable or not, but the numbers sounded symmetrical.

Two weeks into my new lifestyle and reasonably confident I'd follow through, I contacted the local newspaper and asked the assignment editor if an article on a senior citizen getting fit might be useful.

I'd already written a couple of travel articles for our small-town newspaper, the Union, which covered events in our section of the Sierra foothills. With fewer than 20,000 residents in our two adjacent towns, Grass Valley and Nevada City, and 80,000 people scattered throughout the rest of the county, the Union was the main source of local news.

Somehow the paper managed to bridge the various elements in our community, reaching descendents of the Cornish miners who came looking for gold, aging San Francisco hippies who later became artists and business owners, and newly retired professionals from Los Angeles and the Bay Area, like me. Given the rural nature of the county, the newspaper also reported on topics of interest to ranchers and farmers. Even criminals had their section where their daily activities-mostly petty crimes and vandalism-were reported in detail.

Thinking there might be other seniors who needed to shape up, I e-mailed the editor with an offer to write a one-time piece on the theme of "you're never too old to get fit." If accepted, the article would appear in the Wednesday senior section. The back of the newspaper suited me just fine.

To my delight, the editor wanted the piece and arranged for an accompanying photograph to be taken at the gym where I worked out.

With the photographer snapping away, Gayle took my measurements. Although the photograph revealed my girth, she and I conspired to make sure the numbers on the scale were hidden. We also tried unsuccessfully to hide the numbers on the measuring tape around my waist-forty-four inches.

On Monday night I received an unexpected phone call from the assignment editor.

"Would you mind," she asked, "if we ran the article Tuesday instead of Wednesday? Tuesdays are usually slow news days."

Then, as if an afterthought, she added, "Oh, and by the way, we might want to make this a series, maybe show some photographs and get some comments from you along the way."

I couldn't think of any reason to object, so I agreed. The request struck me as odd, though, because the senior section only ran on Wednesdays. Where else might they place the article? I wondered. As for a future article, I'd wait and see.

Crawling into bed that night, I couldn't help asking, What was the connection between Tuesday being a slow news day and my article? Then the terrible thought occurred, What if the article appeared on the front page with my weight and measurements for everyone in town to see? An involuntary shudder passed through my body. I was sick to my stomach. Suddenly I was struck by the worst anxiety attack of my life.

I tried reassuring myself that a fat person going on a diet was hardly front-page news, even for a small-town newspaper. The logic was unassailable, but the anxiety wouldn't go away. I slept fitfully.

At 5:00 AM, the sound of a phone rudely awakened me. It was Gayle. "Have you seen the morning paper?" she asked laughingly.

I felt the pit in the bottom of my stomach grow.

"Go get it," she barked. "We're on the front page."

With dread mounting by the second, I didn't take time to get dressed. Instead I threw on my bathrobe and drove the half mile to our mailbox.

Not until I was safely home and inside the house did I carefully unfold the newspaper. My worst fears materialized! A huge color picture, front and center, revealed my obesity for the whole world to see. At 182 pounds, I looked like a large, yellow, overstuffed canary with a forty-four-inch waist.

I tried to grasp the implications. Everyone-my neighbors, my friends downtown, everyone!-would know my measurements and weight. Oh, my God-even my husband! I'd always hidden my weight from him. Not that he cared-he loved me however I looked. For years, though, I hadn't been honest with the Department of Motor Vehicles. If someone in their office saw the newspaper, would I lose my driver's license?

There was only one solution.

Impatiently I waited for my husband to come downstairs and join me for breakfast. Pushing the paper across the table, I hit him with the decision.

"We have to move," I said. And I meant it.

Later in the day, errands took me to town. I dreaded seeing anyone-especially anyone I knew-certain that contact would result in further humiliation.

To my surprise, the opposite occurred. "Go for it, Carole," I heard from the grocery clerk who checked my groceries and the receptionist at my doctor's office.

Everywhere I went, people came forward and shared their misery, confessing how they were struggling with the same problem. When I protested that I wouldn't have written the article if I had known it would appear on the front page, they still commended my courage.

When I stopped by to visit friends during their regularly scheduled tennis clinic, our coach teased me about the publicity.

"Carole goes on a diet, and it's front-page news," he said laughingly.

My feelings weren't hurt. I knew that despite the teasing, he was pleased at my overdue commitment to shape up. Both of us knew that I wouldn't have fallen and torn my hamstring if I hadn't been carrying around so much extra weight.

Even so, I had to admit it did seem odd to have the article appear on the front page right next to important news stories. Was there a larger purpose to be served?

With all the comments from strangers and good-humored ribbing from tennis friends, I came home in a state of exhilaration. By publicly admitting my lack of fitness, I'd accidentally broken a taboo that evidently haunted others as much as me. Coming out of the closet as I did gave them the freedom to tell me about their shame and embarrassment. Equally important, I had inadvertently solicited support-something I'd never even thought of asking for before.

Having gone this far, I would stay the course. Each week, for the next sixteen weeks, I would expose my ups and downs, my progress and lapses, my measurements and weight, and even my thoughts as I reinvented myself. I'd experiment with different forms of exercise and address a new eating style to help me reach my ideal weight.

Chronicling my own experience might be useful to others. Plus, it would give me perspective on this life-altering experience. One thing for sure: it would keep me honest.

Almost magically, fear and loathing disappeared, replaced by a sense of adventure.

That night, still mulling over what I'd said at breakfast, my husband asked me where I wanted to move.

"Move?" I indignantly responded. "We can't move. I have a newspaper series to write!"

WEEK 1

Just Undo It!

A bad habit never disappears miraculously; it's an undo-it-yourself project. ABIGAIL VAN BUREN

I needed to begin the newspaper series with an honest accounting of how I had come to this turning point. Stepping back a little, I realized that three events in my life collided to push me toward fitness. First, I had just been injured. Besides healing my torn hamstring, I wanted to stay injury free so I could pursue a lifelong dream of playing competitive tennis.

Second, I was approaching my sixtieth birthday. Even though I was energetic and active, I did not like what I saw in the mirror. Being classified as obese was depressing enough without the prospect of gaining even more weight in the coming year.

Third was my doctor's subtle nagging about my high cholesterol, high blood pressure, and slowly increasing weight. The combination of tennis, vanity, and health concerns made me sure that this time I needed to take action.

Facing the Truth

What pushed me over the top, though, was facing the truth. Naked in my own bathroom, I saw the number on the scale reach 182 pounds. Even worse was my girth. Those numbers that Gayle and I measured had bulked up over the years in fractions of inches at a time. It was the same way I would need to take them off.

The Program Schedule

The exercise plan Gayle set up for me took into account both my goals and my limitations. To build upper-body strength, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I would work with Gayle in the weight room in a local gym for one hour. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays I would walk in an indoor pool for thirty minutes, or less if my hamstring complained. With healing, the level and amount of exercise would be increased and lower-body routines would be added.

Goals

When Gayle pushed me to set goals, I could think only of my upcoming sixtieth birthday. I could set a modest goal for then and feel confident about reaching it. Or I could go for my dream. I chose the latter, knowing it would be a stretch.

By my sixtieth birthday I wanted a completely rehabilitated leg. Even more, I wanted new habits that could sustain a lifetime of fitness.

As a by-product of the first two goals, I also wanted healthy cholesterol and blood pressure and to be well on my way toward losing forty pounds.

Fear of Failure Sets In

Of course, as soon as I set my goals, fear of failure set in. Could I actually change after all these years? Fitness isn't only for the young, I said to reassure myself. A person is never too old to get fit. At fifty-nine, I had more time, resources, and self-discipline than when I was younger. Maturity was a plus. Still I wondered: Was this just brave talk? Would I follow through? Would I revert to my old ways? Time would tell.

WEEK 2

Starting to Change

Never eat more than you can lift. MISS PIGGY

My trainer, Gayle, set fitness guidelines: If I ate 2,500 calories a day (current weight times 15, approximately), I'd maintain my weight. If I ate less and exercised more, I'd lose. A shortfall of 3,500 calories on average equaled one pound. A safe, if ambitious, goal for weight loss was two pounds a week. More than four, and I risked my health.

"Enlightened" Eating

Gayle also made some specific suggestions for eating. Her recommendations were not exactly carefully guarded secrets. In fact, I pretty much already knew what to do. Still, with my sixtieth birthday approaching, it was now or never. And so when Gayle set guidelines for "enlightened" eating, I listened closely:

Timing: Eat three evenly balanced meals a day with three snacks (morning, afternoon, evening). No skipped meals or heavy dinner.

Portions: Keep portions modest. No seconds. Include four ounces of lean protein at each meal to manage appetite. Eat until satisfied-not full. Proportions for typical dinner plate: one-quarter lean protein; one-quarter complex carbohydrate; and one-half vegetables. Dessert is fruit.

Food Preparation: Broil meat, steam vegetables. (If oil is needed, use olive oil sparingly.)

Choices: Pick a wide variety of foods. Focus on foods high in water (cucumbers or grapes, for example), fiber, minerals, and vitamins and low in fat, sugar, and starch. Take vitamin and calcium supplements. Use whole or unprocessed grains. Without splurging, give yourself one day a week to make one free choice!

Fluids: Drink two glasses of water with every meal. Keep hydrated during exercise periods.

Difficult Beginning

I started putting Gayle's guidelines into action. I began to pay attention, while eating, to when I felt satisfied but not full. I tried to stop eating at that point. To make sure I wasn't overeating, I slowed down, even to the point of putting my fork down between bites. I wanted to give my body time to send a message before I had overeaten.

I also began keeping a food diary, writing down what I had eaten to keep track of calories. The allowance was 1,200 calories a day. Because of a tendency to underestimate the amount of calories in food-partly as the result of denial and partly because of portion size-I set my goal for 1,100. It was a cautious but necessary strategy since most days I typically reached 1,200 calories, even with careful monitoring.

The changes were a shock to my system. Like many overweight people, I loved to cook and eat. Food was my recreational drug of choice. Raised on a farm, I liked meat-centered meals, real butter, and desserts. I also wanted to eat my heaviest meal at night.

The most difficult part was giving up those stuporous evening meals complete with dessert. Already in the first weeks of my new eating style, that afternoon energy bar and nightly bowl of bran cereal were becoming lifesavers.

Yet how responsive the body is when we take care of it! By the end of the second week, I could already see changes when I looked in the mirror. I felt empowered. I had no idea that positive results would come so fast. Maybe this time I could make real-and lasting-changes.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted September 14, 2009

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    From Fat to Fit

    Well today was weigh in day for me at Curves. I am still on the down side which is good. But I want to make a bigger change. Feel I am not doing enough. And I am not. It shows a 6.5 lbs lost and 3" lost in the last month. And I know a pound a week is good for a slow steady weight loss. How do I get past the feeling I should be really working so much harder? I am sure this is something that happens to all of us. What do you do to get past the blah....I am not doing....or the "I should try more/harder/longer/something" times?

    I then shook myself and said time to buck up girl. Remember what all you have done and the things you have learned? I grabbed the book I have been reading. "From Fat to Fit" by Carole Carson. She has helped me with the positive message that we all can change by doing the right things one day at a time. And beating ourselves up is not going to help us.
    So I popped back over to Part 4 of her book Proliferating Weapons of Mass Reduction. I love this saying! Here I was able to revive some tips and positive ideas. I also like the 56 discoveries about eating and cooking she added.

    You might also enjoy Carole's story. She has documented her weight loss and how she achieved it in a weekly diary form. Carole shares how she lost 41 lbs and 66 " in just 4 months all at the age of 59. Yes, as a senior citizen (we all are getting there) Carole made some life changes and came out all the better for it. She then shared this with others in her community, then wider in the state and finally nationwide. She even host an AARP site of Fat2Fit. I know that there is a host of stories of how others have also made the wonderful changes by accepting their own personal challenges.

    Well, if she can do it then I know I can too. Along with the many other stories I have been sharing online. I need to pull up my boot straps. Drop the whip and just go for a walk. Bet I will feel better for it in the end.

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