Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia on August 27, 1972 · Page 115
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Sunday Gazette-Mail from Charleston, West Virginia · Page 115

Charleston, West Virginia
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Sunday, August 27, 1972
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I was a reariulu" before I lost 103 pounds. By Lulu DiTullio-as told to Ruth L. McCarthy Here I am holding my son, hoping he'd cover up some of those 233. pounds. I t was hard to tell which I looked more like: a fat donut or a pregnant bowling ball. Whichever one, at 233 pounds, the scales were tipped against me. I knew it. My husband knew it. My family knew it. But at that moment in my life, it seemed almost hopeless to do anything about it. My husband, Bob, and I are both Italian Americans by birth and we were raised to know that Sunday is family day. Everybody goes "home" for feeds. Lasagna, macaroni, pizza, pastry and in my father's house, donuts. That's his business--donuts--so there was always a bagful to take when I left. My husband was lucky enough to be in the Marine reserves the first few years of our marriage. Drill sessions burned up his fat, but mine just went straight to my stomach or to my thighs. Besides, with two very young children, I couldn't get out much, so I watched TV a lot. For me, that meant another slice of cake with each commercial break until I was completely out of shape. I remember one time when my husband and I were waiting for a table at a restaurant. The hostess took one look at me arid offered me a seat. "She probably thinks you're pregnant," Bob said. I wanted to cry. I wasn't pregnant then, but I blamed the pill for making me fat. Unfortunately, the doctor didn't agree. He said maybe it could account for five to ten pounds. But sixty or seventy? Never. Still, I kept on making it my excuse, especially when my husband stopped taking me out. Even my relatives made sarcastic remarks when they saw how I had ballooned up. Once WP were all looking at a picture taken at my cousin's shower and my aunt said: "Who's the fat one over there?" Then there were other cracks, like: "You've got such a pretty face!" And they'd stop there. You see, I always fussed with my hair and make-up, so I never really looked like a slob--at least from the neck up. I just avoided looking at myself from the shoulders down. That's until we moved to our new home in Upper Darby, Pa. In our living room, we've got a wall-to-wall mirror. One day, I was sitting on the sofa, when suddenly I saw myself in the mirror. Ugh! I said: "Look at that big thing!" It really disgusted me. I think that's when I decided to try those reducjng- plan candies, Ayds®. My brother had used them while he was in the service. And when I learned that Ayds contain vitamins and minerals, but no drugs, I bought a box of the chocolate fudge kind at the drugstore. Then I started on the Ayds plan right away. I'd never been big on breakfast, so two Ayds with a cup of coffee were plenty to take me to noon. Then I had Ayds again with a hot drink like the directions say and I'd eat my lunch: maybe cheese and bread and a salad. Dinnertime meant more Ayds and coffee, followed by stealfo sometimes chicken cutlet, or tuna fish. There were days even cereal satisfied me. I'll tell you, when I took that Ayds candy, it really helped me cut back on eating. Good thing, too, with 100 pounds to lose. But let me say this: when you're as fat as I was, it's best just to take each day as it comes. Say to yourself: "I want to lose. I'm going to lose." Then watch how the Ayds plan works. It sure did for me. Here's something else I did. After I'd been on the Ayds plan for several months, I decided to cheat once in a while on weekends. You know, have a drink with my husband or a couple of cookies. It kind of gave me a lift, so I could get back to losing again on Mondays. I also started exercising to firm up my skin. Bowling was a favorite of mine. And as my weight came down, my score went up. I even made points with my doctor. When he saw me at 147 pounds, he couldn't get over it. Why, for the first time he was able to feel my bones! My husband, of course, started bragging and buying me clothes and taking me everywhere. You see, I was a totally new woman. Even my disposition Nnthinit changed. When I lost those 103 pounds, believe me, I lost a whole moody person. Really, I can't tell you how thankful Bob and I are for the Ayds plan. Like he says: If I'd stayed at 233 pounds at 23, what would I have been like at 40! EFORE AND AFTER MEASUREMENTS a strike! Something I seldom did. down to 130 pounds. Height Weight Bust Waist Hips Dress 233 Ibs. 46" SOU" 130 Ibs. 37" 34 \L" 11-12

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