November 15, 2009
Starting Over
I am trying again. On November 5th I had a doctors appointment and was put back on Metformine to control my insulin resistance. Since this has happened I have lost 3 pounds. It is a small amount, but this last week I have eaten nothing but JUNK! I can't imagine how much I could lose if I put some effort in and start working towards my goal weight. Tomorrow starts a new week. Time to get healthy before the holidays!
August 18, 2009
A Rough Start
This is going to be harder than I thought. I need to find some way to get motivated. I havn't been eating too good. This is mostly because I am broke and it is so much cheaper to eat crap than it is to buy healthy food. I have only ran twice since I last wrote. I ran a 1/2 mile each time. I used to be able to run for hours and now I feel like giving up before I get to the end of the block. I feel great when I finish, but it is still hard to get started.
August 12, 2009
The Beginning
Today I have decided to be skinny. I hope you enjoy following me, and I hope I have your support.
Let me start by giving you a brief history of how I got "fat." Growing up as a child, I was told by several people, who need no mentioning, that I was fat. My mistake was that I believed them. The more I was told I was fat, the more I believed it. The more I was told I was beautiful the more I thought people were lying to spare my feelings. I would often turn to food for comfort. I was a very active child/teen and looking back now, I wish I had know that I was actually skinny. There was no muffin top that I thought I saw in the mirror. Had I know this then, I would have never packed on the pounds and I would have had so much more confidence and self esteem. My weight senior year of high school was 130-140 pounds. I have never had a six pack, but my stomach was flat. I will post pictures later.
I was able to keep the weight off until I went away to college. I did not have anyone cooking me healthy meals anymore, and I ate whatever I wanted with no concern for what it would do to my body. The more I ate, the sadder I got, so the more I ate again. That year, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (POS), which only added to my weight gain. To help battle some of the side effects of POS, I was put on birth control. Birth control made me hungry. I gained the freshmen 50.
I decided it was time to make some changes. I had a free gym membership through college, but convinced myself I could not go. A gym is a place for healthy people that are already in shape, a philosophy I still sometimes believe. I started eating better (didn't last long) and enrolled in an aerobic dance class. I lost no weight. I gained 1o pounds.
I became privately depressed through most of my junior year of college. It was not until the end of my junior year that I become motivated again to lose some weight. This was party because my husband (then my boyfriend) and I had gotten an apartment and my dog was able to live with us. I thought he could help me walk off the weight and again I started eating better. I worked out all summer long with no success. This is partly because I worked out every day, but my workouts were not intense whatsoever. I convinced myself that at least I was doing something, so I should see some improvement. Wrong. I gained another 10-20 pounds.
My senior year I worked a little harder. I walked my dogs (we had a new addition) 2 miles every day and 5 days a week I did at least a half hour of yoga, pilates, or cardio. I tried to eat better, but I just couldn't do it.
I finally graduated, and during my graduation party, my husband (then boyfriend) proposed to me. That was it. I was not going to be a fat bride. We stayed down at school that whole summer and I increased my workouts to an hour. We moved home at the end of July and by September we were already moving in to our very own home. That Christmas our gift to each other was a treadmill.
I was getting married in September and had 9 months left to loose the weight. I ran one mile every other day on the treadmill. The days I did not run I continued my 30-60 minute pilates, yoga, and cardio workouts. I continued to walk my dogs daily and I bought Turbo Jams because the infomercial said I would loose so much weight in just a week. I did not eat well, but I did eat better than I had before. I lost 2 pounds.
Something had to be wrong. I was constantly working out and seeing no results. I went to my doctor and had blood drawn for testing. I found out one month before my wedding that I had insulin rejection. I was put on a medication and my doctor told me that if I stick to the medication and start the South Beach Diet, I still had time to lose a little bit of weight before my wedding.
The South Beach Diet sucked. It was the worst diet I had ever been on. I lost 7 pounds that month! I finally found something that was working.
After returning from our honeymoon, my husband took a new job and we lost our health insurance. We had every intention of getting health insurance again through his employer after 90 days, but once the time came we realized we could not afford it.
That was almost exactly a year ago. I have been off my medication for about 10 months now and while I have been able to manage my weight, I have not lost any. I quite working out as much and quit dieting. I gave up.
Life is happening all around me and I am missing out. I have made the decision that before I start a family, I am going to live a healthy lifestyle at a healthy weight. Because I have now made this public, I will have to stick to my weight loss goals. My current weight is 218 and my goal is 150. I intend to blog my progress/pitfalls everyday.
First pitfall. I have dinner plans tonight, so I think I will start eating healthy tomorrow! Yikes!
Let me start by giving you a brief history of how I got "fat." Growing up as a child, I was told by several people, who need no mentioning, that I was fat. My mistake was that I believed them. The more I was told I was fat, the more I believed it. The more I was told I was beautiful the more I thought people were lying to spare my feelings. I would often turn to food for comfort. I was a very active child/teen and looking back now, I wish I had know that I was actually skinny. There was no muffin top that I thought I saw in the mirror. Had I know this then, I would have never packed on the pounds and I would have had so much more confidence and self esteem. My weight senior year of high school was 130-140 pounds. I have never had a six pack, but my stomach was flat. I will post pictures later.
I was able to keep the weight off until I went away to college. I did not have anyone cooking me healthy meals anymore, and I ate whatever I wanted with no concern for what it would do to my body. The more I ate, the sadder I got, so the more I ate again. That year, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (POS), which only added to my weight gain. To help battle some of the side effects of POS, I was put on birth control. Birth control made me hungry. I gained the freshmen 50.
I decided it was time to make some changes. I had a free gym membership through college, but convinced myself I could not go. A gym is a place for healthy people that are already in shape, a philosophy I still sometimes believe. I started eating better (didn't last long) and enrolled in an aerobic dance class. I lost no weight. I gained 1o pounds.
I became privately depressed through most of my junior year of college. It was not until the end of my junior year that I become motivated again to lose some weight. This was party because my husband (then my boyfriend) and I had gotten an apartment and my dog was able to live with us. I thought he could help me walk off the weight and again I started eating better. I worked out all summer long with no success. This is partly because I worked out every day, but my workouts were not intense whatsoever. I convinced myself that at least I was doing something, so I should see some improvement. Wrong. I gained another 10-20 pounds.
My senior year I worked a little harder. I walked my dogs (we had a new addition) 2 miles every day and 5 days a week I did at least a half hour of yoga, pilates, or cardio. I tried to eat better, but I just couldn't do it.
I finally graduated, and during my graduation party, my husband (then boyfriend) proposed to me. That was it. I was not going to be a fat bride. We stayed down at school that whole summer and I increased my workouts to an hour. We moved home at the end of July and by September we were already moving in to our very own home. That Christmas our gift to each other was a treadmill.
I was getting married in September and had 9 months left to loose the weight. I ran one mile every other day on the treadmill. The days I did not run I continued my 30-60 minute pilates, yoga, and cardio workouts. I continued to walk my dogs daily and I bought Turbo Jams because the infomercial said I would loose so much weight in just a week. I did not eat well, but I did eat better than I had before. I lost 2 pounds.
Something had to be wrong. I was constantly working out and seeing no results. I went to my doctor and had blood drawn for testing. I found out one month before my wedding that I had insulin rejection. I was put on a medication and my doctor told me that if I stick to the medication and start the South Beach Diet, I still had time to lose a little bit of weight before my wedding.
The South Beach Diet sucked. It was the worst diet I had ever been on. I lost 7 pounds that month! I finally found something that was working.
After returning from our honeymoon, my husband took a new job and we lost our health insurance. We had every intention of getting health insurance again through his employer after 90 days, but once the time came we realized we could not afford it.
That was almost exactly a year ago. I have been off my medication for about 10 months now and while I have been able to manage my weight, I have not lost any. I quite working out as much and quit dieting. I gave up.
Life is happening all around me and I am missing out. I have made the decision that before I start a family, I am going to live a healthy lifestyle at a healthy weight. Because I have now made this public, I will have to stick to my weight loss goals. My current weight is 218 and my goal is 150. I intend to blog my progress/pitfalls everyday.
First pitfall. I have dinner plans tonight, so I think I will start eating healthy tomorrow! Yikes!
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