Some of you may remember me from a long time ago. I've been gone for quite a while. I've fallen on some rough times, and I'm sort of in a depression/shame spiral at the moment. I apologize in advance for the lengthiness of this post, but I really need to start myself in the right direction and I feel getting back into this site will help me do this.
At one point, between August 2004-2006, I lost 100 pounds. Normally when one loses 100 pounds, you think they would be super skinny, but this was not the case for me. I felt discouraged because I had so far to go. At my highest, I weighed 375, I am ashamed to admit.
Fast Forward to February 2007, hubby fell in the parking lot of our duplex and broke his elbow. The injury was pretty bad, as the bone piece that holds your elbow together was broken off completely. Two days later, he had surgery where they inserted a huge metal screw, almost like a rod, 3 pins and wire to give him a working elbow. The orthopaedist said he wanted Brian to be able to eat and brush his hair but would make no other promises. Looking at it now, almost 8 months later, that it pretty much all the range of motion he has/will get.
A day after he came home from the hospital, I got a positive pregnancy test. It was a crazy but happy time, as we have wanted children for over a year with unsuccessful tries. I had starting having rusty bleeding, and I went to The ER, where they told me everything was fine, that I was not having a miscarriage but a coupe days later, that is what happened.
We've been trying since then, with no success. Losing the baby has sent me into this depression. For months I didn't care about eating, or much else for that matter. I still have days where I just don't give a damn. My due date would have been October 24th, so the closer I get to that date, the more depressed I find myself becoming. I feel like I am running out of time, I'm almost 31. I guess some people are not meant to be parents, but it hurts very much. I feel like God hates me and I'm being punished for something. I know I am becoming a very bitter and cynical person.
I know I need to lose weight and it will help with the baby situation but there is something within me that is holding me back, keeping me from doing what I need to do. I guess my brain has this attitude of "if I can't have what I want, what does it matter what I eat or how I look?" I guess it's a good first step that I realize I am doing this and I know it needs to change. I can't do it on my own though. I don't really have too many people around me that can understand what I am going through.
Thanks for letting me vent,
Heather



