Becky lost 215 lbs at age 71!

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“Lord, You know I’m growing older and I’m not as strong as I used to be. I can’t carry these 367 pounds much longer,” whispered Becky Hensley, as she sat on a sagging bench in her North Carolina home, surrounded by photos of her children, grandchildren and great- granddaughter. “Please, Lord, show me how to help myself.” Becky tried to steady her jagged breathing, tried to ignore her aches and pains and focus on her prayer. Suddenly, a voice in her head gave her chills. It said: “Ask Donnie to go to Weight Watchers with you. He won’t say no.”

Becky’s eyes shot open. She’d been hoping for a nudge in the right direction—but had God Himself just spoken to her? She felt giddy— and yet…surely she was imagining things. After all, her sweet husband would never go to Weight Watchers. Donnie was neither a joiner nor a fan of healthy food. Of course, maybe God talked to him too, Becky thought. Straining to get up, she shuffled into the living room and found her husband in his easy chair. Like Becky, he was nearing 400 pounds. Becky hesitated, then blurted out, “Donnie, will you go to Weight Watchers with me?” He glanced over, paused and asked, “Can we start on Saturday?” Becky’s eyes filled with tears.

It’s never too late!

As the pair drove to their first meeting, Becky thought back to when her daddy would scold her for eating too many rich foods; she’d sneak butter when his back was turned. As a chubby teen, she tried the first of many brutal diets, the worst of which had caused her hair and fingernails

to fall out. She married, had a son, divorced and met Donnie after taking a secretarial job. When they wed, both were over 300 pounds—yet they never spoke of diets. Instead, they threw parties; they ate, laughed and lived a joyful life. But now they took 18 pills a day between them and even standing to give loved ones a hug left them winded.

“Look over there,” said Donnie. Becky’s heart swelled as they drove toward the most beautiful white cross she’d ever seen. The Weight Watchers meeting was in the same building.

The next thing they knew, a woman named Nancy had signed them up. After the leader, Miss Norma, shared healthy eating tips with the group, she took Becky and Donnie aside for a crash course on counting “points.” The takeaway: They’d experiment to find healthy foods that left them satisfied as they watched their portion sizes. “We can do this, Donnie,” Becky said with a smile.

Slimming along strong

Little by little, Becky and Donnie figured out what worked best for them. They tended to eat one hearty meal a day— often at a restaurant or party— and then lightbut-filling options (soup, salad, popcorn) the rest of the time. Without even realizing it, they gravitated toward foods that were packed with resistant starch— a “super fiber” proven to kill hunger, speed metabolism and rev weight-loss hormones. Top sources— beans, cornflakes, popcorn, potatoes and bananas— all became favorites in the Hensley household. The couple dropped a combined 15 pounds their first week and another 15 pounds or so in the weeks that followed. Fast-forward one year: Becky was down an astonishing 120 pounds and felt ready to be more active. Her mobility was still limited, but Miss Norma told her, “Rocking in a rocking chair for 20 minutes counts as a mile!” Becky tried it. She huffed and puffed and said a prayer of thanks as she rocked on her porch. It wasn’t much, but she knew she was getting stronger.

Eventually, Becky and Donnie built up enough endurance for brisk daily walks, and in time, they hit their goal weights. There were bumps in the road—the pair did regain while trying to go it on their own—but they got back on track. All told, Donnie is down 165 pounds and Becky is down 215. Most of their health problems have vanished; they’re taking just a fraction of their previous medications. As Becky prepares to celebrate her 72nd birthday, she’s still losing. “Recently, I was asked to mentor a woman with 250 pounds to lose. We rock very slowly together on my porch,” says Becky. “It’s okay to start slowly. That’s how I did it— and for me, it was nothing short of a miracle!”