Since February of 2003, I have been on a quest to lose some extra weight I picked up from being lazy and having no self-control.
At the time, I was about 140 pounds (I'm 5'4), and while it may not sound like a lot, it didn't sit nicely on my fairly small frame. I tried the low-fat sort of diet, and exercised 6 times a week. And after 5 months of doing this, I had only lost about 3 pounds!
I had heard a lot of things about the Atkins Diet in the news, and a friend of mine told me he had really great results on it... so I decided to give it a shot! I was getting married in 2 months, and I REALLY wanted to lose those 17 pounds. So I did it and I was pretty successful. I dropped about 10 pounds in two months. It was wonderful! At least, until right after my wedding!
For our honeymoon, my husband and I went to a luscious all-inclusive resort, and I decided I didn't want to follow the Atkins regime while I was on my honeymoon... and within 2 weeks, I gained every_single_pound BACK! Plus an insulting 3 more. I was devastated.
For the next year, I did a whole bunch of different diets and exercise plans. I did South Beach, Atkins (again), and a low-fat sensible sort of diet. I hired a personal trainer and exercised like a maniac!
But no matter what I did, I would only lose a few pounds, and I would gain the weight back quickly afterwards. I felt terrible about myself.
So finally... in June of this year, I just gave up. Most of the time, I ate pretty reasonably... but I would have the ocassional less-than-healthy meal. I stopped weighing myself. I worked out whenever I had time... which usually meant about once/week. But basically, I just gave up. I figured that it really didn't matter what I did... and while I really wanted the weight loss, it didn't matter as much, as long as I was healthy... and happy.
My husband had seen me put myself through such misery... and he finally got through to me and convinced myself that I had nothing to prove to him... or to anyone else. So I just let my battle go. It wasn't worth my self-esteem and happiness.
One day in August of this year, I realized that my engagement ring was really loose! It kept flipping around, and I was concerned because I thought I would damage my diamond! I made an appointment to go get my ring sized... and wondered if I had maybe lost a little bit of weight. So the next morning, I stepped onto my VERY dusty scale. And lo and behold, I had lost about 7 pounds. WOW! I was totally floored! I called my husband, and he cheered with me!
Two weeks after that, my clothes started feeling looser and looser... so I stepped onto the scale again, and I saw that I had lost ANOTHER 5 pounds! WOW! Thrilling... but a bit worrisome. So every week after that, I weighed myself again... and each week, I would lose around 1-2 pounds.
My husband started getting really worried about me. By October, I was about 113 pounds -- lower than I had ever been in my adult life. He made an appointment for the doctor and together, we met with the doctor and discussed our concerns. He did some standards tests on me and sent me to a specialist... and after a few weeks, they determined that there was nothing abnormal happening in my body.
I can only conclude that after grasping so tightly at something I wanted more than I could ever express... it finally happened. There is no reasonable explanation.
But here I am! I gained 4 pounds since October, so at 118, I feel very healthy! I have started exercising more regularly, and I am more careful about what I eat, not because I want to lose weight, but I want to be healthy and live a long and happy life!
And that's my story.
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