Hi, I was a member a year ago and just lost touch with everything. I joined Weight Watchers May, 2001 and weight 323 and February, 2003 I made my goal at 160. My sister passed away August 2004. She was my sister, my best friend and my co-worker. So that hit me hard. Then September 2004, my niece, my daughter, my brother, and myself walked the 3 day Breast Cancer marathon in Chicago. We had to walk 60 miles in 3 days. We accomplished this great journey.
You see my sister passed away from breast cancer. So this was very important. I was doing fine on the program. Or so I thought. Then December, 2004, my brother passed away as well. I still maintained. The first 5 pounds showed up and I wasn't worried. I should have been. Then the next 10 pounds showed up and I became very concerned. But I just couldn't figure out what was going wrong. I felt that I was following the program. But I let my guard down and tried to review where I was going wrong. As I reviewed I realized that I had not been keeping my journaling. I was faithfully exercising. But not the way I had been. So I started keeping a journal and you'll not believe what I found out, yes you will, we've all been there. I was not measuring my portions accurately and I was not exercising to my potential.
I am back in control of my life. I thought that I was all along, but I wasn't. I am faithfully journaling and measuring my portion once again. I guess I figured I know it all. I lost why I lost weight. I needed to remember why I walked into that Weight Watchers meeting that Monday night in May of 2001.
About a week ago I remember this site and tried to get back on it. You guys really help me back then, even though I never posted. But I read the posts. They were really helpful. I think what I need to do was tell my story and reach out for help from people who have been or are where I am now. I still am not strong enough to walk back in a Weight Watchers meeting yet. I need to come to terms with my sister and brothers deaths. You see both were my supporters on losing weight. They were worried about me when I was so heavy. My sister was exceptionably my supporter not only at home but at work. She would nag me to go walk at noon, even when I fought her tooth and nail. She never let up on me. I need to find that place again. I refuse to go backwards.
So I need help to stay on track and gain complete control over my life.
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