Up until about three days ago I didn't care that I was overweight. I had everyone around me believing that I was overweight and this was who I was and I didn't care. But I did care, I've always cared. I've been overweight all my life, as far back as I can remember, but I never knew how to deal with it. Like a lot of people I shut down my feelings and ate to fill the void in my life.
If it was just my weight, maybe I could have handled my body image. But there was acne, all over my body. There was facial hair and sweating, randomly, and badly. No one was able to help me. I went for surgeries that fixed nothing and I accepted that I would hate myself forever.
Of course I had my struggles, and I did try. But I have genetic knee problems, and I used that as an excuse. And then I had a podiatrist who made me the wrong orthodics which I wore for over a year before another doctor noticed the mistake. And then of course I used money as an excuse, that it cost too much to eat right.
But then a few days ago I met a man. A gyn actually, and he gave me a diagnosis. Polycystic Ovary syndrome. And he told me all the little things, the sweating and the hair and the acne...it could be fixed. And the weight. It would help a little bit. He asked me what we were going to do about my weight. Not what I was going to do, but we. Together. Finally I had someone real and tangible wanting to help me! So he referred to me to a dietician, I meet with them Feb 7.
For the first time in my life the clouds have parted and there is hope. I have new orthodics, they still hurt, but not nearly as bad. My knees have been really good, and I can see myself going back to walking to and from work, both for my health, and to eliminate the cab fares so I can't use money as an excuse anymore.
My name is Alana
I'm 27 years old.
I weight 340.
And on Friday, Jan 31 I start down the road to a new me. And I'm excited to share the journey with all of you.
I am so happy you found the help you need. Gods watching out for you.