Greetings all...
I've been a lurker here at 3fc for about six months. It's taken me awhile to get up the nerve to post. Posting here actually means I have to admit things are out of hand for me, and to a point of depression. My weight is keeping me from living a happier life. It's coming between me and so many things I want to do. But I can't seem to stick with any program, plan, gym, etc. I know it's time to really get serious. The diets I have tried in the past: Slim fast, WW, TOPS,OA,Jenny Craig, Nutri system, and my own plans... starvation/diet pills.
I tasted the success of weight loss years ago when I had a gallbladder problem. I had to go on a complete low fat diet for a year, dropped 100lbs, and began walking up to 3 miles a day. I remember how good I felt, how I could run down the street, and fit into movie theater seats. I experienced the fun of going clothes shopping, and walking out with cute clothes that fit.
Now, I can't even get down the street 1/2 a block without breathing. I can't go shopping sometimes because I can't bear looking at all of the skinny people wearing their cute clothes. The 4x clothes I'm in now is starting to feel tight. I went to buy a new top and had to get it in a 5x.
I have two beautiful girls and a supportive husband, who tells me I'm beautiful the way I am. But I can see my weight even coming between me and my husband, as for the past year since the birth of my baby, I don't want to have sex. I'm too ashamed of how I look. I don't want to be touched. I don't want him to feel the fat on my body. I have pushed him so far away from me.
Every week since the birth of my baby I have said "this next week starting monday, that's it! no more junk, no more over eating, no more...etc." I can go about a week and it's all thrown out the window. DH tries supporting me, but he will see me give in, then he will bring junk food home at my request.
Many things, have brought me back to my decision to try and get back on a plan again. The first thing that happened was 3 weeks ago. I got pictures in the mail my MIL took during their visit. I saw a photo of me and broke down into tears. I saw a woman looking back at me that I didn't know anymore. She looked sad, sick, tired.....lost.
The second thing that happened was, my husband and I went on a recent trip to the mall to get the kids some things. He wasn't looking at other women, but he kept looking at all of the displays in different windows of clothing stores that had jeans, baby T's, sexy blouses, underwear..... all the things *I* can't even wear. I would see his eyes drift over and look, every time. I felt so ashamed. He wanted me to go into Victorias Secret with him, he wanted to pick out underwear for me. I couldn't... For one they sure don't carry my size. I don't think he really understood... he just wanted to make me feel sexy and I felt horrible. We then walked by a group of girls, one who was wearing a cut off t and jeans. She was gorgeous, and I thought I saw him looking at her. He wasn't but somehow I saw it in my mind that he was because he just happened to glance. I got angry and as we left I accused him of staring at someone else. We got into such a bad fight that day. After he went to work, I drove to the grocery store, bought a box of chocolate truffles and ate them all, in two days.
My husband told me the other night that he loves me, only wants me, and wishes I'd just come back to him. He wishes we were close again. he doesn't care what my size is.
Third reason I'm here, which really should be the number one reason, is my girls. I can't even get on the floor to play with them. can't run with them. Can't hardly do much because I get too tired quickly. They beg me to take them to the park but I get there and have to sit. I walk a bit but after that I can barely stand up.
My eating of junk foods is out of control. My soda addiction is anywhere from 2 - 2 1/2 liters of dr pepper in a day. I have so much water retention from not drinking water. Every few days I try downing some water because I literally feel dried out. My mouth, skin...eyes. Its almost as if I'm abusing myself knowingly. I care, yet I don't. I swing back and forth.
So here I am, with a plan to stick to a low fat diet and walking again. I got walk away the pounds book, and dvd. I tried out the dvd yesterday and only made it 10 min. But I made it.
I need to do this for me... my girls, and my marriage. Everything is slipping away. I just need to hear I'm not alone here. No one in my family understands. They think I'm just fat and lazy. They basically are not there for me.
Thank you for reading, if you got this far!
Ash



