Today should have been a banner day for me. It has been two weeks since I started my new diet. I lost just under one and a half kilos in the first week (1.4 kg which is about 3.5 pounds) and I was hoping that today I would finally break through the 100kg mark (220 lbs.) Unfortunately I was 200 gms short and weighed in at 100.2kg.
You see, I haven’t been under 100kg since I gave birth to my second child. He is now 21 years old. I was really hoping that today would be the day that I finally got that particular monkey off my back. Sadly, it wasn’t to be.
I should be happy. I lost 2.4kgs this week. That is a great effort. When I started this particular adventure I was weighing in at around 106kg. That was when I decided that it was time to get my act together and do something about my health. (Although, full disclosure, that is not the heaviest I have been. I think at one point a few years ago I topped the scale at 122kg.)
Don’t get me wrong. I feel like I have been on a diet my whole life. I remember my first diet. I was ten years old. I have always struggled with my weight since I understood what it was and why I should care about it. Even in my teenage years when I was a healthy weight, my body image was so skewed that I couldn’t see it. I tried diet pills and laxatives and starving myself (which inevitably led to a destructive binge/purge cycle.)
Despite trying just about every diet known to man, nothing has made losing weight easy for me – or helped me keep it off.
So why is this time different?
Who’s to say it will be? I am determined to find some semblance of success this time, but there is no guarantee. One thing is for sure, this time I am approaching it with a whole different attitude. My sole goal this time is not to lose weight – it is merely a side benefit. No, what got me on this track and determined to make it happen is my health.
I know a lot of people say that when they don’t necessarily mean it. But for me, my health is my main concern. Three years ago I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes. I have struggled with that diagnosis ever since. It didn’t help that we had a personal tragedy happen at the same time or that over the next couple of years we would lose our businesses. Let’s just say that the last three years have been some of the worst I’ve ever experienced.
But I was finally in a good place emotionally and financially. With all the other stuff off my plate I was able to take a good look at myself and make some hard decisions. I needed to get my blood sugar under control and I needed to lose weight. I also needed to find a doctor who would listen to me and find some new drugs that would help me rather than cause more issues than they solved. (I will go into my saga with medications in a future post.)
You might not think that finding a new doctor is a big deal, but for someone like me who avoids doctors and has trouble speaking up, it was kind of a scary situation (more fodder for a future blog post.)
So here I am. New doctor. New medications. Fabulous new outlook on life. I’ve got my exercise routine and a healthy eating plan and I am on my way. I would love it if you joined me on this adventure as I share about the trials, tribulations and successes that I face. I promise to be honest even when it might not be pretty and maybe you will find some inspiration to help you along your own personal journey – whatever that may be.