nicolen
06-17-2007, 04:48 PM
My best friend stayed with me over the weekend - we've been best friends since we were 11 and have obviously been through a lot of ups and downs.
We brought out the photo albums as you do, and went through them and I got quite a shock - I was actually skinny at one stage.
At eighteen I weighed 66 kg (about 148 lb) which according to the BMI charts would give me a BMI of 25 - or at the top of the normal range. I went to university then and stayed in the halls. I remembered getting on the scales at the doctors about halfway through my first year and being shocked to see 70 kg then (about 158 lb) and thinking I should do something about that. Unfortunately the halls only provided stodgy mass produced food - and dessert every night, which I definitely wasn't used to, and never turned down. When I graduated university, I've no idea what I weighed - about 75 kg, I think.
My weight remained fairly stable for a couple of years then there were definite triggers that happened. I started a new job which involved me working a minimum of 10 hours and often over 12 hours a day. My epilepsy meds changed and I started a relationship. I put on 25 kg (60 lb) in about 8 months.
For my type of epilepsy, the meds that are used to control it do make it easier to put on weight and mean that weight does come off slowly. I blamed all my weight gain on my new meds, but that wasn't correct at all. The meds didn't make me order takeaways most nights because I was too tired to cook. The meds didn't stop me exercising because I was too busy with work and my partner - I was the one to make the decisions that got me up to 118 kg/261 lbs. Sure, they contributed, but only very slightly. Had I stuck with a healthy diet and exercised even occasionally, then things would have been a bit different. I didn't need to work those long hours - it was a job I hated and I should have resigned a long time before I did.
I'm the only one that could've and did make those decisions, so I must take responsibility for them. I don't regret those decisions - I'm at a place in my life where I feel great about myself and I'm losing weight. What I do regret is that I refused to take responsibility for my actions to such an extent. That's going to change from right now.
I got myself here. I'm getting myself thin and gorgeous...
We brought out the photo albums as you do, and went through them and I got quite a shock - I was actually skinny at one stage.
At eighteen I weighed 66 kg (about 148 lb) which according to the BMI charts would give me a BMI of 25 - or at the top of the normal range. I went to university then and stayed in the halls. I remembered getting on the scales at the doctors about halfway through my first year and being shocked to see 70 kg then (about 158 lb) and thinking I should do something about that. Unfortunately the halls only provided stodgy mass produced food - and dessert every night, which I definitely wasn't used to, and never turned down. When I graduated university, I've no idea what I weighed - about 75 kg, I think.
My weight remained fairly stable for a couple of years then there were definite triggers that happened. I started a new job which involved me working a minimum of 10 hours and often over 12 hours a day. My epilepsy meds changed and I started a relationship. I put on 25 kg (60 lb) in about 8 months.
For my type of epilepsy, the meds that are used to control it do make it easier to put on weight and mean that weight does come off slowly. I blamed all my weight gain on my new meds, but that wasn't correct at all. The meds didn't make me order takeaways most nights because I was too tired to cook. The meds didn't stop me exercising because I was too busy with work and my partner - I was the one to make the decisions that got me up to 118 kg/261 lbs. Sure, they contributed, but only very slightly. Had I stuck with a healthy diet and exercised even occasionally, then things would have been a bit different. I didn't need to work those long hours - it was a job I hated and I should have resigned a long time before I did.
I'm the only one that could've and did make those decisions, so I must take responsibility for them. I don't regret those decisions - I'm at a place in my life where I feel great about myself and I'm losing weight. What I do regret is that I refused to take responsibility for my actions to such an extent. That's going to change from right now.
I got myself here. I'm getting myself thin and gorgeous...