Cedar Rapids Gazette (Newspaper) - December 8, 1974, Cedar Rapids, Iowa
advertisementI was bottom-heavy until I lost 46 pounds.By Jeanne O’Connor—as told to Ruth L. McCarthy
In the dead of winter, my husband and I bought a swimming pool on sale. Right then, I set my heart on having a great-looking swim suit to go with it. There was only one problem. I needed a slim figure to get into it. And at 165 pounds with a big bottom, I had a long way to go to be the backyard beauty of Scotia, New York.
I’d always been self-conscious about my weight, even as a schoolgirl. Not that I’d ever been gross, but I was usually the largest girl in my class at weigh-in time.
Sweets were my weakness — cookies, cake, soda and ice cream. They were always more important to me than meals, even after I married. And since I hated cooking, but loved baking, you can understand why I kept gaining. Then, too, I got fatter during pregnancies and having three sons in less than five years, my weight just piled up.
I also blame part of my problem on the fact that I’m sort of a rationalizer. I’m always finding excuses for not doing what I really don’t want to do. For instance, I used to look at fat people on the street and say to myself: “She’s fatter than I am.” That made me feel slimmer, so I’d eat and feel content. But later, I’d see myself in a mirror and feel miserable again.
Occasionally, of course, I’d crash diet. I’d give up solid food entirely and live on liquids. Drinking my meals, however, would make me desperate for something to chew on, so I’d buy gum. But chewing gum just made me hungrier than ever.
Believe me, it was a vicious circle.
That’s why I decided, when we got our pool, that I’d have to try some other way to eat less. I’d read a lot about people who had taken those re-ducing-plan candies, Ayds*, and since many were much fatter than I was, I thought maybe Ayds could help me. (Notice how I thought everybody else was always fatter than I was?)
Anyway, I bought a box of the chocolate fudge Ayds at the drugstore and I started right away to follow the plan.
I’d never been a breakfast eater, so I just had one Ayds, hot coffee and juice. Mid-morning, I’d have another Ayds, with a cup of tea or water. Otherwise, I’d be grabbing cookies or whatever
At 165 pounds, even holding one of my sons couldn’t hide that thigh!
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Lunch was light, because I wasn’t really hungry. Honest. Ayds, coffee and a sandwich would hold me until 4: OO p.m. That was my weak hour —when I needed something sweet. For dinner, I might have Ayds and tea again, then eat a regular meal with my family: chicken, vegetables and salad. As I said, heavy meals were never my problem. Between-meal snacks is where I got into trouble. I sure looked forward to a couple of Ayds and tea about 9:30 p.m., watching television.
In three months time on the Ayds plan, I’d lost ‘26 pounds and felt just marvelous. Particularly as the compliments began coming my way. Then I discovered I was pregnant. Even though I knew Ayds contained vitamins and minerals, but no drugs, I thought it best to stop reducing. Especially since I always felt nauseous during my pregnancies.
I must say, however, that losing those 26 pounds made the next nine months the easiest I’d ever had. I even looked good enough to wear a 2-piece maternity swim suit. In fact, I was so delighted with what the Ayds plan had done for me, I was back on it two weeks after I came home from the hospital. And I only had eight pounds to lose over again. As the weight came off once more, I started to look at slim girls instead of fat ones. I’d say to myself: “Is she slimmer than I am0” Then I’d try harder than ever to get another pound off.
I knew, of course, that there was no magic potion in Ayds, but for me there was the sweet satisfaction that I needed to help me eat less. Those Ayds candies actually helped curb my appetite enough so that I was able to get down to 119 pounds on the Ayds plan and into a terrific swim suit.
My next door neighing just can’t get over it. She keeps saying: “You looked so motherly when you moved in!” And another friend, when she saw me slim, blurted out: “You look like you’re 18 again!”
Sometimes I even get treated that way. Like a few weeks ago, when my husband Bob and I went to a party. As I walked in, one of the men stared at me so hard, I got all flustered and selfconscious. But it was a great feeling! For Bob, too. After all, he’d had eight years of never having to think twice about what other men thought of me. Now, thanks to the Ayds plan, he can feel proud again. Oh, yes. And I don’t have to worry about who sees me, poolside.
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