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Losing for Good

The statistics are staggering: 1.6 billion overweight people in the world....... and 800 million people who do not have enough food.

I can't begin to think how wrong those numbers are on so many levels. There shouldn't even be one person who never has enough food to sustain their lives. And it's sad to think there are twice as many people who may have more food than they need; granted, there is the whole dilemma of overweight people in poverty, who eat whatever is affordable regardless of the nutritional value (or lack thereof). They live in food deserts as much as those who do not have enough.

Well, I'd like to let you know that Weight Watchers is in their 3rd annual "Lose for Good" campaign. Over the last two years, WW Members have lost over 8 MILLION pounds and donated more than 3 million pounds of food to local food banks in these 7-week campaigns. In addition, Weight Watchers, Inc. has donated at least $1,000,000 each year to Share Our Strength and Action Against Hunger.

I have to figure out how I'm going to make a contribution, since I'm not really actively losing but striving to maintain. What I think I am going to do is contribute one non-perishable food item for each 10 pounds I lost over those 4 years .... And if I end up losing any weight (even 0.2 pounds) between today and campaign's end, I will add another $10 in food.

Our particular location is donating our food to a shelter for children who have been removed from their homes due to abuse or other emergency situation. In fact, two of the members at the meeting I attend are volunteers there, and they were telling us about the work that's done there, and how wonderful the kids are, in spite of whatever circumstance has them there. God bless those kids!!!

And I hope this year, WW members lose even more -- for good!!!

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Oh, by the way: down 3 pounds from last week. And I am going to have to figure a way to modify the legs routine, because the lunges are killing my knees and one of my quads. Gotta talk to Dave about that.... I like the routine, but not if I can't do part of it. I ended up doing some modifications tonight, and putting on a knee brace. Getting old ain't for sissies!! :D

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