I am from a so called "big boned family" who never had a weight problem until my first child wrecked my body and I said what the hell it is all over with now. I let my self go for over ten years to reach a total of 255lbs, without even noticing. I went to a doctor for a spider bite at which time they weighed me, and the number scared the hell out of me. I went on an exercise craze and became addicted to it back in 2006. I lost 107lbs in 9 months, I never felt so good and looked ten years younger. I had my life back and was proud of it, unfortunately all highs have a low and I went through the worst period of my life. I became my fathers care giver while he battled cancer for six long months at which time I lost my father to this terrible disease. It was harder and harder to keep the weight off as I got more and more depressed. I stopped working out and went to a low emotionally, nobody could get me out of. Slowly after making a bucket list and completing many of the things I thought I would never get to do, I started to feel like me again. But not till I had gained 60 pounds back. It has been an up hill battle which I know now will go on for the rest of my life. As of February 2010 I have been doing well, back to working out and feeling better. I am down over 50 pounds so far and I am starting to see the old me again. Getting to the home stretch now and the part I hate the most, trying to get those last numbers to come down when you body wants to be done and you only inch along.
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