I started a bit differently this time around. Forgive me if this gets long, but I do think the steps leading up to it help complete the story.
I had been up and own most of my adult life. As an adult my weight has ranged from 126-300.

The last significantly successful weight loss was in 1997, I lost about 85 pounds on Redux. Which was then pulled from the market and there was no support. No one had discussed maintainence with me. It left me with a damaged mitral valve and in the next couple years I put on nearly all I had lost.
Then in 2004, I started working with a dieticain, and it was going well. But suddenly I got sick (IMPORTANT!!! NON DIET RELATED ILLNESS!!) It took 3 months to diagnose, major surgery and anther 6 months of horrid medication to cure. I quit seeing the dieticain...(I had 4 othr docs I was seeing regularly at that time) First I got depressed because I was sick. Then I got better and I had the mentallity that "Life should be lived to the fullest" But some how I confused that with "Life should be lived WITH THE FULLEST PLATE!!"
SOOOOO.....on December 28th, 2007 the local radio station was advertising a contest that would be starting in January. It was called "The FIt Club", it was a biggest loser type thing. Contestant got a free gym membership, some nutrition conseling, and the support of a DJ buddy. All you had to do was submit an essay of 100 words or less on why you wanted to be part of "The Fit Club." So I submitted the essay.
Then I went to buy a new outfit for the company Xmas party. I got something that "would do". The pants were size 26, they fit in the butt and hips, but the waist was a tiny bit snug...but I had no choice...it was the biggest size anybody in the area carried. I walked out of the store and gave up. I said to myself, "You are Really Fat. You have tried and failed too many times. Just accept that you are fat and accept yourself Hunny." I had already forgotten about my essay.
The Xmas party was Jan 5th, I was the fattest one there...out of about 300 people.
January 8th my phone rang. It was the DJ from the radio staion. I had been choosen to be part of "The Fit Club". Out of all the entries they picked 3 people...and I was one of them. Maybe if someone else believed in my I could believ in myself. This was my final shot.
But I had to get doctors approval. So I made an appointment. I nearly fell over when I saw 300.2 on the scale.

My doctor signed the papers and gave me a look like..."Yeah right, good luck with this."
I sat my husband down before the contest and said, "This is it for me. I have reached bottom. I have to do it this time. I need your support. I will have this gym membership, the gym is 30 miles away, but you CANNOT b*tch about the gas I am using. You either have to eat what I eat or make your own. You CANNOT ask me to scoop you a bowl of ice cream. If you can't think of something truely supportive to say, the KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT." (this man has NO IDEA how to give a compliment. He thinks 'You're really pretty, for a fat girl.' is a compliment)
On January 21 the contest started. It lasted for 6 weeks, and in that 6 weeks I lost 18 pounds. I was not the "Grand Prize Winner". But what I took away from that contest was so much more!!! I am still in contact with my DJ buddy. I am still seeing the dietician for counseling. So far I have lost 62.5 pounds. I have had a few minor snags, but 'this time a round' I really feel I can do it. I take it one day at a time. I have tried to address why I eat, what I eat, when I eat it. I joined 3FC in Late Jan or Early Feb, I was amazed by the support and knowledge here. I read success stories daily!!! I would tell myself, I can be like that person. I still read success stories. Some I have read 5-10 times over. I hope that doesn't qualify me as a stalker!! I will have my annual appointment in September with my doctor. For the first time I cannot wait. My BP has been normal when I see my bari-doc every month. I am hoping my chlorestral is down to normal too. I am hoping by then I am overweight rather than obese!!
My family tree is full of addicts of all kinds. I finally realized food was my addiction. Unlike the others addictions I can't just walk away from mine and go on living. You don't need, cigarettes, alcohol, meth or cocain to live. Unfortunately I have to face food every day. I take it one day, one meal, sometimes one bite at a time. And like all of the ones in the family who have recovered from thier addictions I had to hit rock bottom before I was ready to get clean.
So there is my story so far. How do you get going??? Well you took the first step, you joined here, you asked for advice. Keep taking the small steps, accept that you will stumble, but know that you will get back up. As the old saying goes the Journey of a million miles begins with one step. Don't focus on the destination, just keep taking the next step.
You Can Do It!!!
