Two weeks ago, I weighed 145 pounds! Wow. For someone used to being about 118 all her life, this was a big difference.
I can give you all my excuses:
1) I gave birth to two babies within 12 months (one in July ‘10 and one in June ‘11)
3) No time for the gym. Well, no time at all.
4) Dealing with loss of my bother.
These are excuses. They are all facts, but they are excuses nevertheless.
When I was pregnant with my second child, I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and put on a very strict diet under the supervision of a Perinatolgist. So I gained very little weight with that pregnancy. (I weighed less when I was 9 months pregnant, that I did two weeks ago!)
The diet was very strict though. It left me feeling totally deprived.
So once I had my baby (Thankfully healthy and with no complications from my GD :) I ate with a vengeance.
All the things I couldn’t have (chocolate, Guinness, fried food, white bread with butter) Oh, yeah. I was feasting. And then some.
When I found out about my brother’s (unexpected) death, my world collapsed. He was so young! The pain was devastating, but I had to keep going for the children. They sense everything.
So I ate. And I ate and ate until I’d feel a sense of…numb. (Much better than the indescribable pain that was my reality)
Since, I have learned to deal with grief through art. I’ve been painting and creating. And I feel much better. Not well. But “afloat” and that’s a beginning.
Reality hit when I found myself sitting on the closet floor crying because I had nothing to wear. To Walmart. You know things are bad, when you have nothing that will make you presentable enough for Walmart!!!!!
So I was faced with either having to buy clothes in a (much) bigger size or get serious about my weight loss.
I’ve decided to get serious about my weight loss.—For my children, my health, my self-esteem.
I decided to post my story here not to for sympathy or to brag. But to hold myself accountable.
Here I go.
Start: 143 pounds
End of Week 1: 138.4
I will check in weekly.
Thanks for reading.