I know exactly how you feel blondegirl. I’m also in my thirties and I’ve had problems with my weight all my life.
I began to binge eat when I was only 11 years old. When I started high school I weighed 165 pounds. When I graduated, my weight ballooned up to 210 pounds (a lot considering I’m only 5 foot tall). I remember the horrified look I had when I got my prom pictures back. I couldn’t believe how big I looked.
After high school I began to lose weight using a combination of smoking and caffeine. Not very healthy, plus I only got as low as 180 pounds. I believe that was how much I weighed when I met my husband back in 1995. In the 8 years we’ve been together, I’ve managed to add over 90 pounds to my small frame. The weight is a serious burden on my body and has given me a low self-esteem. However, my husband has assured me so many times that my weight doesn’t matter to him. He’s also had a problem with his weight all of his life, but it helps to know that my husband loves me for whom I am. His only concern with my weight is the effect it has on my health. I feel the same way about him. As a result, we’ve both decided to start a diet together.
But my most recent wakeup call occurred during our vacation a few months ago. I went to visit a friend of mine on the east coast that I haven’t seen in 3 years. Since my husband and I last saw her, we both managed to gain at least 30 to 40 each. She didn’t seem shocked at our weight gain, however, I still felt embarrassed and hated to have my picture taken during the trip.
Another motivation of losing the weight is that we both want to have a baby in the next few years. There is no way I could have a healthy baby at this weight.