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Show Advertisement " [ stopped crash dieting and lost 70 pounds. By Farley Heward—as told to Ruth L. McCarthy lstzeuton anys tell you how manytimes I used tocall on the help to zip up my dresses.My problem. of course, was my weight. I'm only a littie over five feet one inch tali, yet, at one point, I weighed as much as 198 pounds. Most ofthis I carried in my upper arms aud from my waist down. When I walked, I waddled. Was I ever fat! A big reason, I think, whymy marriagebroke up. As long as I can remember,I’ve had to fight fat. Once, I recall, a friend of mine sent me a snapshot, showing herself, her brother and me. i was so disgusted with it that I took a pair ofscissors, cut me out of = the middle, glued the two pieces together, and sent it back to her. She was furious. Perhaps one reason for my weight probJem was that I’vealwaysbeen a good cook. When my husband married me, I was fairly thin. But when he left me, I was fat. He really went for my cooking. In the beginning, he used to want me to put on weight. “i don’t want anybody else to look at you,” he’d say. And I believed him. Butin the end, he didn’t wantto look at me, either. So we were divorced. After that, i crash-dieted. I think I've been on every diet ever invented. The banana-and-milkdiet. The grapefruitdiet. The low-carbohydrate diet. The cottage cheese diet. The liquid diets. I can’t remember which one tried atthe time, but whichever it was, it worked. Temporarily. Atleast, I lost enough weightto satisfy ime for a while. But only a short while. As ‘soon as I went back to my regular way of eating, I began to gain. My appetite was enormous. Pan-akes, French toast, spicy Italian foods, baked beans, ice cream, candy—Iateanything that wasgood. And fattening. In about one-eighth the time it had taken me to lose the weight, I had putit all back on again. It wasn’t a very good exampletoset for mydaughter, I must admit. But I guess I didn’t give it much thoughtatthe time. As a result, she learned young whatit’s like to struggle with the scale. The years rolled on, and eventuaily, I came to Buffalo, New York, to work in a very large beauty salon.I’m a hairdresser and wigger, by profession, At the shop, the wig ovens are on the second floor. And each time I had to climb those stairs, I really puffed. Everybody knew when Farley was going to shrink a wig. Too bad I couldn’t shrink myself. Finally, my weight beganto affect my health. My blood pressure was high. And headaches were frequent.I’m ashamed to «say, however, that it was not until I had to spend ten dollars on alterations of a size 2214 dress taatI decided I had to do something about my weight. But what? T'd already tried diet fads, gimmicks and reducing pills, and all I did was go down and up and down and upthe scale. One day, during a break at the beauty parlor, I picked up a magazine and saw the story of the woman who’dlost close to one hundred pounds with the help of a __Jittle vitamin and mineral reducing plan candy. It was called Ayds. And it contained no harmful drugs. I thoughtif she couid do it, maybe i could, too. So, on the way nome, I bought a boxofAyds at thedrugstore. The chocolate fudge-type, though I’ve since tried the vanilla-caramel and the new chocolate mint ones, How did I take them? Before meals with a hot drink, just as the directions say. And I didn’t have to make any special meals. Fact is, I don’t have any cooking facilities at the hotel, so I eat out. In the morning, I'd have my Ayds and coffee in my room, then go down and have juice, two eggs, toast with a patof butter, and more coffee, At noon, I wouldn’t be another Ayds, I'd order a regular meal. Often I wouldn’t even feel like dessert. That was the great thing about the Ayds Pian. I really felt like eating less. I'd found something, at last, to heip me cut back my appetite. If i did get the urge to eat between meals, there were always more Ayds. They taste just like ordinary candy, so they satisfied my craving for sweets. Soon, the weight began to come off. Pound after pound. I weighed myself daily in the five-and-ten across the street, so I know. I've got to admit that I also did some isometrics to help tighten up the muscles, But they're easy. I realized, suddenly, the stairs were easier to climb. The headaches were less frequent. And my clothes were getting big. By the time I'd lost seventy pounds, nothing fit. ButI felt great. Too bad you can’t i never wanted to keep snapshots like that around, lost so much weightin the thighs and legs that I can now wear medium-length stockings, instead ofextra-longones. Even myshoe size has gone from 84 D to 7 C. You should see me scurry up to the wig ovens these days. One thingmore that makesme feel good. When I was heavy, and friends used to introduce me to a man, everything would go along fine—while | was sitting down. Butthe minute I stood up, that was the end. Today, thanks to Ayds, I'm as popular standing as sitting. Who knows? I may even marry again. BEFORE AND AFTER MEASUREMENTS After SBT. Height.....5'11¢" vesee Weight... .128 Ibs. Nowlook at me-—at 128 Bes. My thighs and egs still aren't as small as Td like, but at least I'm alle to raise my hemline to amore fashionable length. we ‘ |