I am a breast cancer survivor, and had heart surgery 6 months ago. I've battled compulsive over-eating for COMFORT for years and years. People say, and rightly so, "You've been through so much ... it's understandable why you eat for comfort." I know!
I'm anywhere from 115-188. 188 was my peak a few years ago. I hated myself. I lost 45+ pounds thru' Dr. Phil's diet. I felt and looked gorgeous.
I even got remarried!
He's a handsome, wonderful, trim, fit, athletic husband who loves me and encourages me. Shortly after we married, I gained 30 pounds when my daughter left for college. That was 2.5 years ago. I had horrible depression ... it was like somebody poured cement over my soul. I felt guilty because my new husband is WONDERFUL; but I was so sad to have "lost" my daughter to go away to college. (I had been a single-mom for 15 years after my breast cancer.) I cannot begin to tell you how lonely my heart was for my daughter. Is this what an empty nest really feels like?My doctor put me on Wellbutrin XL, and I lost 30. I felt happy and awesome. Then heart problems started, and I ate comfort food and gained 20. I skied lots and lost 20. I then had open heart surgery on July 28th. It worked, and I was sent to "Cardiac Rehab", where we had heart monitors, nurses, doctors, and they instructed us on monitoring our pulse during exercise, etc. I lost 5. I felt AWESOME. I had muscle tone, my body shape starting shifting (to the right places, finally). I did this 3 times a week for 6 weeks. When I "graduated" I quit exercising. I've gained 25 pounds since September.
Will I exercise? No ~ too fat. Will I choose "heart healthy" foods? No ~ who wants to eat that junk when people around you are eating "fun, American, festive" foods!? I can't even eat healthy at church!
I think all in all, I've gained and lost what feels like the same 45 pounds about 8 times in the past 6 years. My wedding dress was a size 8. I DESPERATELY LONG to wear a size 6. I threw my size 16s away, and now I wonder if I should go dumpster diving for them. I KNOW THIS CAN'T BE GOOD FOR ME. I know it, but I can't stop eating. I'm seeing a new therapist who is helping ~ but this is SO SLOW. The anti-depressants and heart medicines have me totally (how do I say this on the internet?) constipated. My insides feel TERRIBLE, and that makes me discouraged. So, I drink fiber, I eat fiber, I drink water, I even have a prescription laxative that only produces uncomfortable, embarrassing results.
Wa, wa, wa. I do have my work-out clothes on right now. I AM GOING TO GO OUTSIDE IN THE GORGEOUS COLORADO AIR AND WALK MY BELOVED HUSKY.
I looked at my Dr. Phil book today, which is on the shelf next to the DR. OZ book, which is next to the Suzanne Sommers books, whic is next to the Oprah/Bob Green book from years ago, which is next to the South Beach diet my mother-in-law sent to me.
Her answer is that I eat: 1/2 a banana and 1/2 cup of cereal and nonfat milk for breakfast; Lunch is a salad with no dressing, exercise, and have a chicken breast and green beans for dinner. THIS MAKES ME WANT TO GAG, and run to the nearest Italian restaurant.
It hurts when my in-laws ARE ALL SKINNY. They are all ABLE TO CONTROL WHAT GOES IN THEIR MOUTHS, AND THEY ALL EXERCISE DAILY. They are in their 70s!!! I control the opposite: how many bags of Oreos should I buy? Can I really eat an entire can of cake frosting this weekend without anybody noticing? Where can I throw my fast-food restaurant wrappers away so that nobody will look at me and say, "Did you see what that woman eats in her car!?"
I want to get it together, but I realize fully that it will take incredible determination.
I don't want to die; and I'm afraid that I am killing myself with my foods. Through the total grace of God, I've beaten breast cancer, and beaten heart disease ... am I going to continue to make the choices that cause me to hate myself, look terrible, and feel worse?
I want my husband to be proud. I want him to think that I'm beautiful. I don't want other people to say, "He's so handsome and trim ... why on earth did he marry a fat chic? She's so pretty. It's a real shame that she can't control her weight." I don't want my mother-in-law to snear, "FAT, FAT, FAT" when she sees other women that are MY SIZE. (God, does she not get this?) And lastly, I don't want my daughter to lose her mother to FAT when she almost lost me to breast cancer and heart disease.
I promise, I'm really not as stupid as this probably reads.
Okay. Here I go. I will now go out and walk the door. Maybe that will counteract the cold fried chicken I snarfed down about 45" ago.


I think you will be happy with the decision that you have made to come to this site. I started coming here in January and now I'm addicted to it!!
So far I've lost 17 pounds and still have about 47 more to go. I've got the Walk Away the Pounds videos and they have helped me a lot. harpandflute--- I also live in Colorado and we have had so much snow that I decided that I could still get my walks in but just do them in the house!!
What part of Colorado do you live in?
I lived in Colorado just a bit up the road from Allenspark years and years ago...like 27 years ago...I'll be 47 in June ladies, so we are a threesome.
I had to walk for 30" a day, 3 times a week, for my heart surgery recovery. I felt like "Rocky"! My legs were looking really great, and my gut was going away (and my rear end). The minute my 6 week "prescription" was over with, and I left the out-patient therapy center at the hospital, I haven't exercised consistently since. I've walked some. I've skied myself some, and totally exhausted myself trying to keep up with my husband. 
So, today, I have an extra $4.99 for new clothes and I drink sip it away through a green straw.
--there are some types of food that have to be off limits, but it's not forever. You can add them back slowly later on. But most of us find we can't eat unconsciously and expect to keep the weight off. So, think of it as a change of lifestyle, not as a diet. I'm sure you know the whole bit, considering your health history.