Over the past 15 years or so it seems that someone very near to me has gotten lost!
I see an old and fat homely wife when I look in the mirror. I often hear this mean old lady hollering at the kids. But no matter how hard I look or how closely I listen, I still cannot find Rie anywhere!
Sometimes I think I hear her at the bottom of my drawer. I believe she is hiding under that killer pair of size 16 Levis 501 Button Fly jeans! Boy it has been forever since I saw her or those jeans.
It started years ago right after I got married. It all came to a head this past week.
Two weeks ago I went in for my annual gyn exam. Of course the nurse just had to weigh me. She kept moving that bar up and up. I turned my head away in heartbreak. A few moments later when she had stepped away I glanced over at her notes. My weight was 251 pounds! ! ! I just about broke out in tears sitting there right in the office. Well I knew that I was getting heavy, but had not idea I was on the upper end of the 200's. This past week I went back in to follow up on some tests and to schedule for a tubal. Again that dang nurse had to weigh me, this time the number was 253. 2 pounds in one week...how did this happen!
That's it not another pound will I gain. I must take control now. I know that if I don't get this weight off of me in the next couple of years, it is going to be with me forever.
I need to find support, I need motivation and I need a plan of attack! ! !
This is the highest my weight has ever been. Up until now the highest number had been 233, and that was the day I went into the hospital to deliver my daughter 9 1/2 years ago. My scale here at home just told me 260 pounds! ! !
So I have decided to come here. I want to learn, share and find myself again.
My eating habits are poor. I live on coffee and water. During the day I tend to eat only enough to keep me from feeling faint. Usually that is a piece of fruit, yogurt or a handful of cheese cubes. It is coffee for me until the pot runs dry. I do the things that need to be done around the house. Next it is time to get the children home and started on homework. After that I finish up undone tasks.
Wow now it is time to cook. So I get onto that adventure. Serve up the plates to dh and the children. I usually go and sit and wait on them to get done so I can begin clean up. While cleaning up I tend to graze on the food that is left in pots. Rarely do I ever sit down with a plate and eat. I clean up and soon head off to bed to get up tomorrow and do the same all over again.
I have a nice dvd set of Winsor Pilates. Well I kept up with that faithfully until I began to see results. Nobody else even noticed, so soon I gave up on that.
I did a run of Atkins. Close to 20 pounds came off with that plan. I saw no change in my body though. So I shortly ended that adventure.
I have no support. Sure I have a family and a very dear friend. But when I take it upon myself to "diet" or begin an exercise routine I tend to keep it to myself. I fear failure, so I decide not to share what I am doing with anyone. I don't want to have them see me accomplish...nothing.
There is a person that I miss greatly hiding around here somewhere...I've decided to send out a search party to find her and bring her back.
I do hope that through this community I can find the tools I need to succeed!
Thank you for having me and I look forward to all that is offered here.
Rie


