my 'freshman 15' was actually a 'grad school 45'
Hello everyone!
This is my first post on this forum, or any weight-loss forum for that matter, and I could really use some love!
Here's the background: At age 23, I underwent a major reconstructive surgery on my pelvis. The recovery was long and brutal, taking me several months to be able to walk without crutches or canes and still, at age 29, I have not returned to normal functionality; I can't run, standing for more than an hour is torture, and lifting anything remotely heavy sends shooting pains through my hips and down my legs. I struggle with muscle loss and weight gain, pain, and depression.
For years, even though I didn't do much exercise, I was able to control my weight fairly well by watching my diet. I was living in my home state of California-the land of farmer's markets and year-round outdoor recreation- so it was easy. All of my friends were yoga junkies and marathon runners, and their habits reinforced my good behavior.
Then, I made the decision to go to graduate school....in Pennsylvania. The incredible stress of classes and research was compounded by the difficulty of being 3,000 miles away from all of my friends and family. Being cooped-up in the house for months at a time during the bitter-cold winters didn't help either. Not to mention the fact that the food here is completely different- fruits and veggies here are half the quality and twice the price as produce back home, and pastries, sausage, and gravy-laden pasta dishes are everyday fare. All of this created a perfect storm- and led to my present state- I have gained 45 pounds in 18 months. Yep, you read that right.
I graduate in two months, and my family will all be coming out for the commencement- and I am so ashamed of how I look that I don't want them to see me. Instead of being proud of my accomplishments and eager to celebrate with my loved ones, I am focused on the fact that I've gone up 4 dress sizes. I feel like crap, I look like crap, and I am the heaviest I have ever been in my life- 177 pounds.
After a few weeks of wallowing in self pity, something finally clicked in my head- It's not a life sentence. It's not forever. I don't have to accept this and be this version of myself for life- I can do something about it. While I may not get back to where I was before my family gets here, I can start today and get back there eventually if I work hard and take responsibility for my actions.
That is why I am here: to ask for your help. To ask for your support, and to give you all mine. To make a commitment today to start, and to work hard. I look forward to 'meeting' all of you and lifting you up and cheering you on. Let's kick some pounds!
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