Hey Kristen!
My name is Sean, I live in Winnemucca, Nevada (AKA: Where in the heck is that, NV). I have struggled with my weight since I was a senior in high school, and it's been a major battle for me since I was 25. On my 25th birthday, I had a life altering experience that turned me to food for comfort. It wasn't human, and it didn't judge me...so, I felt compelled to eat it! From that moment on, whenever I was stressed or depressed, which was 24/7/365, I ate. And ate. And ate. I went from being able to wear a bikini, to not even wanting to show my face during the day at a pool.
My whole family was large, and I have lost them all except for a few distant relatives. My mother was the most recent. About 8 years before she was diagnosed with cancer, she had been diagnosed with diabetes. But since the doctor said it could be controlled with diet instead of writing a prescription, mom thought that she really didn't have diabetes. Whole 1/2 gallon tubs of ice cream, whole large ham & extra cheese pizzas, a dozen doughnuts would disappear in one sitting (not all at once, but you get the drift), along with 24 cans of regular Pepsi a day. I guess she figured she quit smoking cold turkey, so it was okay to eat whatever she wanted. In the last year of her life, she was hospitalized once for congestive heart failure (during that hospital stay, they put her on three different kinds of medication for diabetes-finally), and three times for cancer-related issues. The doctors told me that I would have at least a year with her, but alas, it turned out to be less than three months. Right after she had her bout with congestive heart failure, I decided to try the South Beach Diet. I lost 8 lbs. the first two days, and 13 lbs. the first two weeks. I was STOKED!!! In less than three months, I had lost 42 lbs!!! Then came the cancer news. I tried and tried to keep to my diet, but it was a losing battle for me. The more stressed and depressed I became, the more I ate. Pretty soon, I gained it all back, then lost my mom. 8 months later, I lost my step-dad to a massive heart attack, and any thoughts of a diet just kinda disappeared.
Now back to the present...
Just a couple of days ago, my DH & I went to his parent's house and we had a picnic. While talking to his mom, the metal chair (I won't sit in a plastic chair because 1. I've had one bust on me whilst sitting in it & 2. Can't squeeze my fat butt between the handles...majorly uncomfortable!!) collapsed. I WAS MORTIFIED!! I've never been so embarrassed in all my life. I had gotten complacent with my weight...not going on rides at an amusement park. Asking for a table instead of a booth at restaurants. Making sure the chairs I sit in don't have handles. Not going to theaters without the seats that have the raiseable arms. Having to buy my clothes from Roamans or Lane Bryant.
Well, NO MORE. I'm tired of being FAT. I'm tired of not enjoying life with my DH. No more not having the stamina to keep up with our 16 year old daughter. I am back on the Beach with a vengeance! So I'm right here with ya, Kristen!
I laughingly told my DH last night that I needed to lose two people off of my body. It's really not that funny. But humor is what gets me through the day, so I'm sticking to it.
Keep in touch with me and let me know how you are progressing!
And Zelma...WHOOFTIE!
what a beauty you are! You are my poster child! You have given me proof that I can do this. Thank you so very much!!
Sean
New! This is my story. :P Or well, introduction that is way too long. lol
Crissy and Sean! I only joined 2 months ago and so far 3FC has kept me really motivated. I too have a lot to lose. I started over 300 lbs. The scale doesn't move much every week, but it does keep going down. I just keep telling myself to keep walking on my treadmill and keep eating less than 1400 calories and it will pay off. I can tell you I have drastically shrunk my stomach. Last night I went out to eat and Order a 6oz sirloin and a small sweet potato plain, and I couldn't finish it. Before I started tracking my food and focusing on losing weight I could have eaten a 12 oz sirloin and not batted an eye. You can do it!
