A couple vows to lose weight before their wedding.
June 25, 2006 (Press Release) --
Three's a crowd
Eating out became their preferred courtship ritual—especially when traveling with the company 18 weeks of the year. "We'd met each other's perfect partner for overindulgence," says Paul. Together they lived magnanimously off the fat of their daily expense accounts: foie gras in Paris; empanadas in Buenos Aires; toro in Tokyo. At home, their tastes were less glamorous but equally fattening. "Ordering pizza meant, 'Okay, I'll get a large pepperoni—what do you want?'" he says. Or, after a show, they'd adjourn with the crew to a local late-night eatery for steak frites.
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They'd gone from a couple to a threesome: Caryn, Paul and food. By the time they got engaged in 2003, they were a 500-plus-pound unit. Caryn, who'd been designing her wedding gown since the age of 12, weighed 234. As she contemplated the off-the-shoulder dress she'd sketched, she glanced down and thought, This isn't the body I designed it for. Paul, who'd always thought he'd marry in front of all his friends, was anxious about enduring nuptials at his highest weight. "I can't fathom being up there at 268 pounds, much less seeing the photos," he told her.
Getting married, getting slim
They decided that if they were to wed in style, the extra pounds would have to go. The goal: Each would lose 70 pounds before they pledged their troth. Both were disinclined to exercise but thought it would be easier to work out than give up the foods they relished. Caryn had been eyeing the Curves that had just opened in their Gramercy Park neighborhood, and she liked what she saw—no buff girls and no hip-hop classes—so she signed up and did the gym's signature 30-minute circuit-training three times a week. Paul renewed his long-lapsed membership to Bally's. "I figured if she could manage it, then so could I."
As difficult as it was to commit to going to the gym, dieting seemed even more ambitious. "We're foodies," says Caryn. "We don't do fat-free." The truth was, as a lifelong yo-yo dieter, she had already tried. She'd attended some Weight Watchers meetings through the years but never really embraced the program. This time, with Paul as her weight loss partner, she re-upped and steeled herself to the ultimate challenge: how to make the Weight Watchers points system work for them and still live like gourmands.
Source: http://www.msn.com/
Eating out became their preferred courtship ritual—especially when traveling with the company 18 weeks of the year. "We'd met each other's perfect partner for overindulgence," says Paul. Together they lived magnanimously off the fat of their daily expense accounts: foie gras in Paris; empanadas in Buenos Aires; toro in Tokyo. At home, their tastes were less glamorous but equally fattening. "Ordering pizza meant, 'Okay, I'll get a large pepperoni—what do you want?'" he says. Or, after a show, they'd adjourn with the crew to a local late-night eatery for steak frites.
advertisement
They'd gone from a couple to a threesome: Caryn, Paul and food. By the time they got engaged in 2003, they were a 500-plus-pound unit. Caryn, who'd been designing her wedding gown since the age of 12, weighed 234. As she contemplated the off-the-shoulder dress she'd sketched, she glanced down and thought, This isn't the body I designed it for. Paul, who'd always thought he'd marry in front of all his friends, was anxious about enduring nuptials at his highest weight. "I can't fathom being up there at 268 pounds, much less seeing the photos," he told her.
Getting married, getting slim
They decided that if they were to wed in style, the extra pounds would have to go. The goal: Each would lose 70 pounds before they pledged their troth. Both were disinclined to exercise but thought it would be easier to work out than give up the foods they relished. Caryn had been eyeing the Curves that had just opened in their Gramercy Park neighborhood, and she liked what she saw—no buff girls and no hip-hop classes—so she signed up and did the gym's signature 30-minute circuit-training three times a week. Paul renewed his long-lapsed membership to Bally's. "I figured if she could manage it, then so could I."
As difficult as it was to commit to going to the gym, dieting seemed even more ambitious. "We're foodies," says Caryn. "We don't do fat-free." The truth was, as a lifelong yo-yo dieter, she had already tried. She'd attended some Weight Watchers meetings through the years but never really embraced the program. This time, with Paul as her weight loss partner, she re-upped and steeled herself to the ultimate challenge: how to make the Weight Watchers points system work for them and still live like gourmands.
Source: http://www.msn.com/
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