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Show (ADVERTISEMENT) 1 J' fp ' . -aJ i i TM c V. " I if 3a. '- ' '. i .r ,T . ft m i J ft I J Rb' r"4 75 ? , sure am gfad that my daughter was too young to notice I looked like a fat, buttered biscuit here. And when I think of it now, I hadn't even reached 265 pounds at the time this picture was taken. Pffl Now look at me at 136 pounds. Sure is good to get into stylish clothes, specially since I'm only 32 years old. vsdu By Kathleen Coffey TVA'aybe you can get an idea of what my husband and I looked like as a couple, when I tell you that I've lost as much as Charles weighed at our wedding. 129 pounds. Do you understand now why I was the one to carry him over the threshold of our first home? Being fat had made me a loner through most of my school years. Mamma had a job at that time, and to ease her conscience for leaving my sister and me, she always gave us ice cream money. And I never missed a scoop. Besides, I'd stuff on bread and potatoes and sweets and all kinds of candy. I remember how much I wanted to be on the team at school. But I was turned square-dancin- g down. First, because I was so big, I couldn't keep up with the others. And second, because I made too much noise stomping around. All I can say now is, thank goodness Charles took me for what I was, not what I looked like. In fact, the only time he ever said anything to me about my weight was when I was expecting. He was scared for my health. But when anybody said anything to me about losing, I'd resent it and eat more. After my little girl came and I went up to 265 pounds, even I was afraid. Of course, my doctor had got on to me plenty of times, but I never took - as told to Ruth L. McCarthy his advice. But this time, it was me who made the decision to reduce. And until you make up your own mind that you have to lose weight, nobody can help you. You see, I'd seen some of those stories in magazines about folks who'd lost weight with the help of a reducing-pla- n candy, Ayds. So I bought the vanilla caramel kind at the drugstore. Later, I switched around to the plain chocolate fudge type and the chocolate mint fudge for variety. I took one or two before meals like the directions say. And Ayds helped curb my appetite. Why, on the Ayds Plan, I ate less because I really wanted less. Where I used to crave buttered biscuits, macaroni and cheese, and potatoes, I don't have a hankering for them now. In fact, I've acquired a whole new taste for food, since I've got all those starches out of my system. While I was losing, I didn't think about how far I had to go down. Just that with each five pounds, I was that much closer to my goal. And it worked. By the time Charles and I had our new home in West Asheville, N.C., I was so much slimmer, he carried me over the threshold. Even my little girl notices it now that I'm down to 136 pounds. I'll tell you this, it sure has confused people. My mamma, who hadn't seen me for a long while, almost cried when she spotted me in church. And my uncle couldn't believe his eyes. But the best reaction of all was from a lady customer in our store. Charles and I used to deliver her newspapers. I'd sit one side of the car, tipping it most to the ground as I rolled up the papers, and he'd be on the other side, riding up in the air. Well, first time she saw me skinny, she didn't speak. Wouldn't, in fact. Instead she spread the word: "Mr. Coifey's got himself remarried." We laughed, when the news got back to us. But, in a sense, it's true. Because, thanks to the help of the Ayds Plan, Charles has got himself a new wife. Me. BEFORE AND AFTER MEASUREMENTS Height Weight Bust Waist Hips Dress Before After 5'6" 265 lbs. 44" 5'6" 136 lbs. .34" 42" 28V2" 49" 36" 24y2 10 |