When I left the Marine Corps I was within a couple of pounds of the top of my allowable weight range. Three months after becoming a civilian I got married. Either one of those milestones tends to be the start of weight gain. Both at the same time? Bad news.
For the next 13 years I kept buying bigger and bigger pants. Then I was getting ready to go to a Thanksgiving party and my largest dress pants didn’t fit. That was it. I’d had enough.
I knew I couldn’t go on a diet. I’m no good at sticking to diets, and they mostly don’t work even for people who do stick to them. Instead I had to find a new way to eat all the time, and that didn’t make me fat.
With no calorie counting.
With no cravings.
With no willpower.