So here I am, seemingly jumping into another attempt at losing weight. Weight Watchers. This plan is somewhat uplifting and refreshing. A good plan. A plan that I am sure can be successful. As of tonight, I am closing on my third week and entering into the fourth week of this lifestyle change. I've lost about 9 pounds - and as of tomorrow morning - I'll likely add to that. I hope.
Quick background (I will not dwell too much on this, let's just get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?): I've always been overweight for as long as I can remember. I was a chubby toddler, overweight child, and morbidly obese adult. I weigh more than I appear. My highest weight was 269 pounds. I am currently 245 pounds. Most people would guess not a pound over 200. But, who cares? I am obese. Morbidly, disgustingly obese.
The only time I "stuck" to a plan was in college. (Oh, by the way, I am 27.) Freshman year of college....I went from 220 pounds to 170 pounds and was a fitness freak. I was obsessed with fitness. And dieting. Going along my own plan (i.e. calorie counting) I did okay. What ended my fanaticism was a bout of the stomach virus. After I recovered from it, I went on eating by the truckloads and slowly gained and conveniently forgot my wits and let loose. Fast forward....Got married 3 years later, gained weight; got pregnant with twins, gained weight (though surprisingly not much at all); worked through serious matters with my children, gained weight. What has been affecting me most throughout the past 4 years is my twins. Though I will not elaborate too much on their special needs here (that's another blog), I will say that it has significantly impacted my weight. My now 4 year old twins were born prematurely, three months early, and have health issues. My son is autistic and my daughter has a feeding tube. The stress of raising them has impacted my weight immensely as I am what they call an emotional eater. Truth be told, a lot of their issues are "quieting down" for the most part so it is time to shift attention to this weighty matter of mine:
I have high blood pressure.
I am severely overweight.
I have high cholesterol.
I have heart palpitations.
My body aches from this weight I have to carry around.
I am psychologically impacted from my body image.
The list goes on. What really matter is the old cliche: I need to do this for my children. But it is not cliche to me. This is serious business. My life is on the line. My children depend on me. I HAVE TO DO THIS. It is now, or never. And I choose now.
