Back in December I got to my lowest weight, 119, while my husband was deployed. In January he came back from his deployment, we celebrated, I gained around 5 lbs in January. I chalked it up to him being home and said I'd lose it. In February we're packing up our apartment and getting ready to move from NC to WA. We're both stressed worrying about having money to move, finding jobs, etc. Gained another 5 lbs. Then March rolls around and we start on our drive, it takes us around 9 days to drive from NC to WA. We arrived at my mom's in mid-March, put all of our stuff in storage and stayed with her... 6 people in a small 2 bedroom house with 1 bathroom. My husband got a job, and I was stressed beyond belief looking for one. By the end of March... Yep, another 5 lbs. So now we're in April, I end up finding a job (2, actually! One working from home doing contract transcription, and another at a grocery store) and my husband and I move into our own place. We've been here about a week and a half, now, and it's been wonderful... except, I'm up another 5 lbs and am now at 140 lbs. Just 5 lbs less than what I was when he left.
I'm embarrassed, I'm sad, none of my clothes fit... I need to get this back under control. Lately I've been feeling sick and lethargic and I KNOW it's because I've been eating crap. I've done this before, I know what to do... it's just a matter of doing it.
My husband is also wanting to lose some weight, as he's gained also since being back from Afghanistan. I'm vegan, and now that he's out of the military he wants to transition to eating less meat which should make dinners much easier.
One of the things I've really struggled with is exercise, and I'm hoping to find a gym to attend. I want to begin weight training, which will hopefully reshape my body.
It's hard to not feel like a failure. I'm glad to be back here and I'm looking forward to giving/ receiving support.