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Show l was afraid of a scale, before | lost 56 pounds. By Bonnie Trachtenberg—as told to Ruth L. McCarthy this. I'd stand in front of the mirror in a size 18 dress and my mother would say: “With a long-line bra and a girdle and make-up, you'll look okay. And maybe by then, you’ll lose a few pounds.” ‘That wastherationalization. Dress the body, get it out of sight and concentrate on the face. But no matter what I did, I always ended up the fattest cousin there. When I got one look at this picture, I refused to order more. Who needed to see 170 pounds twice! OUND crazy? Not when you’ve got a weight problem. You just don’t want to go near anything that tells you that you’re fat—whetherit’s your brother, a swim suit, a mirror or a scale. And at 170 pounds, believe me, I was fat. Not only that, I was hostile to the world. It seems nowlike I was always heavy.I just never stopped stuffing my face. As result, my taste buds were always arguing. Chocolate bars, ice cream, potato chips, bagels and cream cheese, cookies, cocoa. You could see how it showed on me, too. Like the day I went to ConeyIsland in a pair of slacks that wouldn’t button. I had fastened thern together with a chain of safety pins and covered the open V with a biouse and coat. Everything would have been fine if I hadn’t gotten athletic. But I had to go and ride a motor scooter. And guess what? A pin popped. Before I knewit, I went banging into others as the rink menshouted: “Turn the wheel. The wheel!” I'd like to see them take directions with a pin sticking in their stomach. The beach was anothernightmare! I used to look for the spot where all the old ladies sat, because I dreaded ihat moment when you take off your top clothes and everybody watches. Me? I was an enormous black stretch suit for nin> whole years! Only time I suffered more was when I had to shop for clothes for an affair. Ii usally went like Boys — they were somethingelse. Only foreign ones would give me a look. They seemed to like apple-round faces. Frankly, mine was more like an all-day Sunday sucker, andI wassickofit. So periodically, I’d go on a wild diet. Once even I took rainbow pills. One color at breakfast, another color at lunch, another at dinner, another at night. It was the worst possible thing I could have done. But when you’re upset about yourfigure, you don’t worry about your health. Stupid! All I can say is, I’m very grateful to the doctor who got me off them. And don’t think once I stopped with the pills, that I didn’t gain back with interest. But enoughof that. Now J want to tell you whatreally helped melose. Achocolate candy. Ayds® Reducing Plan Candy. I saw it in a drugstore one day. And since I always craved chocolate, I said: “Why not?” (Actually I had a choice of four flavors.) Anyway, I read the directions carefully and the Ayds Pian really sounded safe. No harmful drugs, I learned. So I started and it helped me have willpowerlike I never had before. I cut out all the garbage I was eating and began with healthful foods. Meats, vegetables, cottage cheese and greens. And by taking one or two Aydslike the directions say, I actually was able to limit myself to a much lowercaloric intake. With no feeling of deprivation, either, because 1 had mychocolate. After a bit, I wasn’t afraid to get ce the scale anymore,since it kept going down. And down.Also, I started doing things: singing lessons, drama classes, night courses at college, even dating. There was no more time for guzzling. Anyway, by summerI had reached 114 pounds. I was bikini size at last. So I bought myfirst. I was almost scared to wear it, though, because I really hadn’t been slim long enough to stop thinking like a fat person. But my fiancé reassured me. That’s right. My fiancé.. I’m engaged,.ecstatically! I, who never thought anyone would love me except Herschel. I didn’t tell you about him, did I? He’s the most gorgeous, gargantuan cat you ever saw. First at his plate and last to leave—just like I was at the refrigerator. Terrible. Say, I’m beginning to wonder. The way the Ayds Plan worked so well for me, do you think it would be any good for fat cats? Here I am after a ride on the Staten Island Ferry. Getting down to 114 pounds sure makesa difference, doesn’t it? BEFORE AND AFTER MEASUREMENTS Before After Height. ...5...:42 PO bakawer 53” WMG. «iis. 8 nd TO Tee eikievas 114 Ibs. ROOM yas as ws tae SP e err uae 34% RM 2 cigs ssn BS) oe ee 24” RE oe ulti om ee Ss haa 3414" TOES. oes ucla MB cacgecnguen 7 inclee a i i (Advertisement) |