This Time, It'll Stick
Okay.
So I've told myself that over and over and over for years. My name's Jessica. I'm 23, married to my perfect match. I've never been thin. I remember not eating enough in high school which only made an already large problem worse. I'd tried over and over to correct the many problems that factored into my unhealthy lifestyle. Nothing ever stuck.
The closest I ever came to making it stick was July of 2007. I lost 20 lbs. And then fall semester started up. I was working full time, going to college full time, and whatever free time I had usually found me trying to get enough sleep to make it through the next day. I didn't exactly have a support system. My mother, also overweight for much of her life, would often complain because she wasn't losing like I was. When I tried to help, she'd ignore my advice, often cutting back how much she was eating to ridiculous degrees. Beyond that. It was a toxic situation. I had little self-confidence, few acquaintances and even fewer friends.
But I managed to keep that 20 lbs off for a good six months or so. And then it slowly started to climb back up again. Due largely in part to the fact that my job began working me on a crazy schedule of closing, opening, mid-shift hours. All in the course of a week. It got to the point where I couldn't sleep for more than three hours at a time and between that and school, I just didn't have the energy or the motivation to work out.
Fast-forward to today. That 20 lbs, and about 8 additional, have found themselves back on my body. I'd been really hating on myself for the last few weeks. In August of 08, I got married and February of 09, my husband deployed. My plan was simple. While he was gone, I'd crack down and lose some weight, start eating healthier, and get in shape. Clearly, that hasn't happened yet.
I've got about four months until he's due home and I don't want to fail completely. I don't want to break yet another promise to myself. More importantly than any of that is the fact that we'd like to have children. We're not in a rush, but I know that going into that weighing as much as I weigh now would just make matters worse. Besides which, being obese doesn't exactly lend itself to conception. So last Tuesday, I started working out again. I took measurements, I've weighed in. I'd already started focusing on cooking again in order to maintain a healthier diet. I don't count points and, while I keep relative tabs on my caloric in take, I don't actually count calories.
Why?
Simple. I don't want to do something that like that for the rest of my life. I should be able to know when I've eaten enough by stepping up to the plate and being responsible. I watch my serving sizes. If it says I should get five servings and I only get two, there's a problem - clearly. So when I cook, I automatically divide whatever it is into appropriate portions and go from there.
But doing this all by myself can be hard. So I'm here, looking for companions in what is going to be a long road to glory. I do have a blog, Forgotten Echoes, though it contains more than just weight loss related entries.
Last edited by garnetrising; 10-17-2009 at 04:03 PM.
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