Look at me! I am 50 years old. A half of a century and since 1991, I have been obese. Take a minute and let that sink it. Here is a woman, in her 50s, telling the world that she is obese. I am not just obese. The medical classification is morbidly obese. At 5’10, my current weight (based on home scales) is 354.2.
Now, I did not plan to be fat or obese. When I was growing up, I wanted better for myself. I had dreams. Then, LIFE happened. Marriage, pregnancy, unhappiness, years of emotional baggage from my childhood and more. My only comfort was food. Well, once I became a mother at the age of 21 (after craving Pineapple Sherbet for 9 months), I had pregnancy weight and then some. However, being a parent, my focus turned to the welfare of my children and making sure they had what they needed, even if I had to do without. Fast forward to 1995, I gave birth to my second child having not lost the weight from the first pregnancy, which added more weight. Fast forward to 1998, I found out I was pregnant again. I jokingly asked my OB/GYN, “can you lose weight during your pregnancy and still have a healthy baby?” Her answer was, “you can lose weight but it is not recommended.” I find this whole interaction funny now. My third pregnancy was so stressful, due to things outside of my own control, that I lost 26 pounds and still gave birth to a 6lb, healthy baby.
As the years passed on, the weight fluctuated but never by much. So fast forward to 2015. In 2015, I had an epiphany. I was 435lbs and I was over it. I woke up one morning and said to myself, ENOUGH! I stopped eating processed foods, stopped eating out, stopped late night snacking, changed a lot of what I was doing and lost down to 298 by the middle of 2016. I was so excited. Then guess what?!? Life Happened AGAIN.
In 2016, my stress level went through the roof. I had a husband I had been separated from since 2011 who refused to divorce. I had teenagers who were becoming adults. Trust me when I say, almost grown kids (and even grown ones) can destroy you with the simplest of actions. Add to the stress, some issues with my health that required medications with steroids in them. Add it all together and what did I do? I turned to FOOD once again.
They say the first step to change is admitting there is a problem. OK, there is a problem. When I start letting things get to me, I turn to food. Unhealthy means of stress relief. Combine the stress eating with the medication and you got it, the weight is back up from 298 to 354.2.
Today is the 17th day of May, 2020. The world around me is dealing with CoVid-19 (Monster Crud, I call it). Gyms are closed. They recommend you minimize the number of people in a group and more. Since I have asthma (really bad) and one of the inhalers I use is a daily one with steroid in it, I am in the “high-risk” category of catching this Monster Crud. It makes being able to exercise almost impossible, especially when you hate doing it alone.
Recently, I invested in Body Groove (Dance your heart out, Yoga and Pilates). It is easy on my hips and knees and absolutely fun to do, even by myself. I am also doing a 5 day test run of Thrive Le-Vel to see if my heart can handle the 5 different caffeines in the patches. Now, I know that none of this is cheap but it is much cheaper than the alternative for me right now. You see, I have 3 choices here: try the Thrive and Body Groove and pray that the combination of the 2 help to kick-start the weight loss again; have the gastric surgery (I have heard and seen the pros and cons), or GIVE UP! One thing that no one can ever say about me is that I quit. I am not a Quitter. I am a fighter. I have too much to live for to allow something like stress and medication get the best of me. I also think that Thrive and Body Groove is cheaper in the long run to the surgery.
So, welcome to my journey to a healthier me. I am not doing this for anyone or any other reason except that I am tired of being tired. I am tired of looking in the mirror and hating what I see looking back at me. I love who I am, I just hate how I look. I also know I am not the only person who struggles and feels like no one else can possibly understand that the STRUGGLE IS REAL. So, today, I started Day 1 of Thrive W. I weighed in on my scales at 354.2 so I could determine how much water I need to be drinking (1/2 of my body weight in ounces divided by 12 hours a day = 10 16.9 fl oz bottles over a 12 hour period.) I also took my measurements (bust, waist, hips, and thigh) and I am not going to step back on the scale or get the measuring tape out until next week.
If you are tired of carrying around extra baggage, come take this little walk with me. Find some way, routine, diet plan, or something to help kick start your journey. Shock the body into burn mode. Wake up the metabolism. All is takes is the desire and knowing someone is with you and will listen to you so you are not alone.
Here we go…..