Let me just start off by apologizing for the possible length of this post. Im sure explaining everything will be pretty lengthy, so pleaseÖdonít shoot me. I also am unsure of whether to post this here, or in the introductions. I was here about two years ago, but didnít post too much. Iíve come to know a lot of you guys through your posts, so I felt like we were all buds, in my head anyways
So heres my RE-introduction/this is me, this is whatís happened, where Iíve been.
When I was active here in 2010. I had started, like REALLY started my weight loss journey (not including the 40lbs I had lost the year prior) I had went from 282lbs, down to 176lbs. I was stoked. I did it in quite a short amount of time as well. Just about everyone was supportive, and happy for me as much as I was for myself. My husband was amazed, and proud of my work, and I felt AMAZING!
Then in November of 2010, my husband was in an accident. Not his fault. He had many doctor, hospital, lawyer visits. It seemed like it was non stop. Not to mention me having to look after him. When all this crap went down. My weight went up. I stopped working out. Stopped my good eating habits, and just basically ate whatever. I do NOT blame him. At all. I just found it hard to look after him, and make sure HE had what he needed that I kind of just pushed my workouts, dieting, and everything I worked for aside. I wasnít concerned about me.
Since then, Iíve continuously tried to get back on the bandwagon. Tried being the operative word.
Ive been kicking myself in the butt, and I think its finally clicked with me. A few days ago I went to buy some clothes. My Ďskinny clothesí are being mean and not wanting to play right. Once I noticed myself gaining, I basically just wanted to wear yoga/stretchy pants. Completely giving up on jeans/pants) So I need bigger clothes.
Even bigger UGH!
I think the groan/growl of disgust and misery I let out in the fitting room must have been alarming to patrons and employees outside. Oops. Oh well
So, I started up on diet and exercise. Not pushing myself too far yet with workouts. Just messing with my medicine ball, and Just Dance!
Then my TOM showed up. NOPE. Not moving around for the next few days.
People around here are lucky if I can pry myself off the couch, let alone put pants on.
Im here now. Hopefully you guys can help me along on my journey, second time around. I really do need the support. Yeah I have it here, but its always nice to have some outside support. Knowing that we donít know each other, yet still care..means a lot to me.
Thanks for taking the time if youre still with me. Hopefully I can be a part of this great community of amazing chick-a-dees once again!