Hi there...I have been on IP for about 5 weeks and have lost 21 pounds...I do feel fatigued from time to time, but that might just be the single parenting of three kids (one teenager, one acting like she is a teenager, and one little guy), one full-time job, one upcoming divorce, and one wee little dog
Growing up I was an 'eat anything I want and stay slim' girl...in high school, I topped out at 118lbs. (5'5" frame) - and eat anything, I did! I developed a junk food/candy habit that would make any doctor cringe...but, I stayed slim and didn't have a care in the world (wasn't really thinking of health ramifications)...
College brought on the 'freshman' fifteen and twenty and thirty...by the time I left college I was @140-150 lbs...I didn't seem to notice or care...I was working/dating, etc...
Married at 24, first baby at 25...gained 60 pounds when pregnant (used it as an excuse to pig out)
after my daughter was born, I got back down to @150....no problem...second pregnancy I behaved myself and even exercised - I gained 35 pounds which I quickly lost after my second daughter was born...now, this is where it all goes crazy
When I became pregnant with my son - I abandoned everything I learned about eating better and exercising and just lost myself in food...i gained @70 pounds...After my son was born, I was 190 pounds...when he was @ 2 years old I decide enough was enough...i started walking 3x a week and eating more veggies and fruit - low carb for the most part and i started to lose weight...when i was down 20 pounds i joined a gym nearby and started to do some really challenging workouts including kickboxing, pilates, and sports conditioning...after a year of eating well and working HARD at physical activity, i was down 60 pounds! I weighed 130! Oh, happy me
AND I KEPT IT OFF - for about 2 years, then it came creeping back...the less and less attention I paid to myself and my own well being, the more the weight came one...food was my comfort...I was living a frantic life and convinced myself that food preparation was something I simply did not have time to do...
OK - make a long story short - husband moves out, I'm depressed, punishing myself with food (if that makes sense) for a failed marriage...not taking care of myself...not caring in general....
I'm not sure what the turning point was but I think it has a lot to do with my knees
At my peak weight of 203 my knees were killing me and I was having a hard time getting myself up out of the chair...i envisioned not being able to keep up with my kids and 'chair-ridden' - much like my own overweight grandmother...I LOVE to dance...i imagined not being able to dance...I imagined not being alive - and well, that was enough...no more guilt at a failed marriage, not more punishing myself, only love - and the love for myself that I have re-found has come in the form of committing heart and soul to losing the weight and getting fit...
when I was fit, i felt more sure of myself - stronger - physically and mentally - and I remember it so vividly...It truly wasn't about fitting into this outfit or that outfit (althought that was nice) - it was about feeling like a player in my own life story - there was nothing I couldn't do...I want to taste that victory again...
so, i'm glad to be here - your stories are amazing...my hat is off to you all!!! keep up the good work and I look forward to getting to know you all...