It is time for me to begin sharing my weight loss story with you.
To tell this story, I really have to back up and give you some background details. I won’t start with when I was born – I’ll spare you that – but I do need to go back a few years.
I have always had a weight problem. Always been a bit heavy. Always a little thick through the middle.
The first comment I remember about my weight came when I was 12 years old. I had spent 72 days in the hospital and was very sick. I had lost a LOT of weight and was very thin. I remember someone commenting that I had needed to lose some weight anyway. Well, maybe I did…but I would like to have lost it without almost dying in the process!
My first memory about being overweight and wanting to change was in high school. I saw a picture of myself and cried. Please keep in mind, I wasn’t obese…just heavier than my younger sister and those around me.
I remember getting those weight-loss candies that you ate before a meal with a hot drink. Does anyone remember those? I don’t think they worked. You probably had to change your eating habits for them to make a difference. I didn’t realize at the time but that was the key to successful weight loss. CHANGE.
Fast forward to college…I didn’t finish, but I spent one year away at college. You have heard of the “freshman 15,” haven’t you? I think my 15 was more like 20. Not only was the food in the cafeteria not healthy, but there was a place in town that had super thick, extra chocolate milkshakes. I had a few. Or more than a few.
I left college, got a job and started working. Lunch was fast food and snacks in the break room. I don’t know how much weight I put on while working and I don’t know the number on the scale. But it was creeping up.
Times with friends always involved food. ALWAYS. Wanna go out after church on Sunday night? Sure…let’s go to ______________. Fill in the name of a chain restaurant in the Midwest. I have probably eaten there on a Sunday night.
I met someone, they were also heavy. Most of our time together involved food. We got married. A few months later things got ugly. Real ugly. I had to move out. Six months later I was divorced.
My loving parents took me back in, and I consoled myself with more food.
I do not want to mislead you here. I was not carrying an extra 50-100 pounds…but I was too heavy for my frame and it wasn’t healthy.
My parents moved away, I got an apartment living by myself. I worked at my job, life was pretty good but I was not eating right. I continued my path of fast food and junk food. Dinner might be instant mashed potatoes with Velveeta cheese and butter.
Eventually, I met a nice guy. His name was/is John and I am married to him today. Almost 30 years later he is still my best friend and my biggest cheerleader in my quest for a healthy lifestyle.
He is the reason that I wanted to lose weight and get healthy.
In the coming weeks, I will share with you what I did to lose weight and keep it off for almost 27 years. I will share what worked for me and what didn’t. I will be open and honest and I will answer your questions, if you have any, to the best of my ability.
I also hope to be YOUR cheerleader, an encouraging friend, if you need/want one in your weight loss/healthy lifestyle quest.
More next week…I cannot imagine that this is interesting enough for anyone to have a question, but if you do, please leave them in the comments or send me an e-mail and I’ll try to answer them.