The following is my 8 Weeks to Wellness story. You will get to take a peek into what I was thinking, my wins, my not so great days, and how it all turned out. Life happens, and I definitely had my share of life during this 8 weeks. You cannot let that be your excuse, it should be your motivation. If I did not have the tools and the support I received during these 8 weeks I don’t think I would have been able to handle things as well as I did. Also I would not have been as successful on my own. I needed the push of the trainers, the doctors, and the rest of the staff to make it through. They have the perfect formula if you are willing to put in the work.
If you are thinking about doing the 8 Weeks to Wellness program-Go for it! It will be the best decision you have ever made. I whole heartedly believe that and the Woodbury Spine and Wellness center can walk you through it every step of the way.
If you are in the middle of it and just want to know what someone else was going through at the same time, I totally understand and I was there once. Keep going, you can change your life. Stick to the plan and follow through!! I know that if I could do it, anyone can.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
(Henry David Thoreau)
To start things off right I think I need to tell you where I was when I started.
My current situation is- I was nearing 300 pounds (298.4). I wake up every night with such severe heartburn that at least 3 times a night I would need to take 2 Tums because the acid was in my mouth. I was tired all the time. In fact at any point during the day I would be able to close my eyes for 5 minutes and fall asleep. I didn’t want to play with my kids anymore. My daughter had asked me to run with her, and when I told her that I couldn’t she said “It’s easy you just move your feet fast and move your arms like this”. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I knew how, but that I physically couldn’t. I hadn’t set foot in a grocery store in over 4 years (my husband does all the cooking and grocery shopping). My idea of cooking was stopping at a fast food restaurant. My mind was constantly going and I just didn’t have the energy to make it through the day. I also wasn’t eating. I never ate breakfast, rarely ate lunch, and if I ate supper it was usually after my husband got home at 10:30 at night. When I did eat it was usually some sort of junk out of the vending machine at work-My favorite being the apple pie and the strawberry cream cheese turnover. I also was a smoker for over 15 years. I had tried to quit many times but was never really able to commit long term. My feet would swell up so bad that by the end of the day I felt like my skin was going to rip open. I had to wear compression socks nearly every night to move the fluid out of my feet.
Along with the physical stuff was my mental attitude. I would have many depressive thoughts. I didn’t like what I looked like in the mirror, how would anyone else. I felt helpless to change since I had tried so many things before.
I was on the road to my death, and quickly.