I am not actually new to the forum. I have been here on and off for years. I originally joined when I was 34 (now 38) and was working through some personal demons that nearly ruined my marriage and did some pretty serious damage to my psyche. Although I did it the healthy way and went from 209 to just under 170(or was it 180, I don't remember) the reason for the loss wasn't healthy and once it was gone, it all came back with a vengeance.
I started a new completely sedentary job about a year and a half ago. Since then I have gained about 15 pounds. Add that to the 40 that I had gained back, I have gained a total of about 55 pounds in the last four years. I weighed in at 225 this morning. I posted a year or so ago about how I couldn't understand how people would let themselves get so big. How they didn't have a point where it clicked and they at least stopped gaining. This was due to the fact that I never seemed to get above 209, somehow my body just kept me there. Well chalk it up to the new job, or the fact that I (basically) quit smoking six months ago or al of the stress that I have been under but my body finally broke through. Sure, none of my clothes fit anymore. Even the ones that had been loose now are so tight that I am embarrassed to wear them to work. I still do of course, because not only am I too broke to buy new and refuse to get the next size up.
But, I hit bottom last night. All day, my heart was racing, my left arm was all tingly. I chalked it up to a caffeine overdose(I love my coffee) and it seemed to go away. Last night as my husband and I were sitting down to watch a movie, I had what I now know was a panic attack. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, I was afraid to move because I was worried to would cause it to get worse. After awhile I got up to take a shower hoping that would calm it down. It didn't work though and in the shower I started having horrible thoughts. I was sure that I was about to die and started making promises to God that I would stop smoking for real and I would start paying attention to my health. I started freaking out about dying there in the shower where strangers would have to see me naked when they hauled me out. I was sure that I was going to leave my kids and my husband without me. My knees started shaking so badly that I had to get out of the shower. It got worse when I got into bed and under the covers. I felt so cold and shook so hard that I was shaking the bed. I was upset at the time that my husband didn't seemed too concerned but he knew that I was just having a panic attack and when he voiced that it seemed to get better.
So, here I am the next morning. A morning that I was sure that I wasn't going to get to see. I only had one cup of coffee instead of the 5 or so I would've had by now. I am determined to get on that exercise bike today even if only for a few minutes. So far, I haven't given up on the diet of course it is only noon. I need to do this for good this time. Not just weight loss, but a change for healthy living. I am not ready to die.
Thanks for listening.



