My struggle with my weight and self-image have been present in my life since I can remember. I’ve always thought I was just that much bigger than everyone else around me. I’ve always felt the need to tug on my shirts to pull them away from the roll of fat that sits on my ribs. I’ve always felt that bikinis just weren’t for me. I’ve always been on mission to lose weight.
I spent childhood and high school heavier then my friends. As a teacher I see the current clothing styles up close and personal daily. Regularly, I thank God that I grew up in a time when baggie was the trend. I can’t imagine having to squeeze into a baby tee and tight pair of jeans. I feel sorry for the girls I see now, who live in the shoes I wore as a teenager.
I was thinner once upon a time. I was actually lower than my ideal weight. And I still thought I was fat. I still thought I was bigger than everyone. Thankfully, I’ve gained some perspective and I realize now that I was thin then. I appeared healthy, but I wasn’t. I was anorexic. I hardly ate. Aside from water, I would only consume 5 things per day. When each finger of my left hand could be used to count food consumption I was done. I’ve lived the tricks or anorexia, and while I was never hospitalized, while I never became thin enough for family and friends to show concern, I was there. Mentally I was there and physically I was well on my way to turning into skin and bones. My hair was already falling out in clumps. My eyes always had dark circles no matter how much sleep I got. I was sleeping much more. And I was waking up hungry in the middle of the night.
I had wake up call one day while talking to some friends about wanting to be a mom. Because of my lack of nutrients, my cycle was off and I knew that I was possibly harming my chances of having babies in the future. I decided then that being a mom was more important to me. I began to eat healthier, wel lat all. My hair stopped falling out in clumps, my skin regained its glow, and I felt happier.
It was hard to start eating normal portions again. I had a really hard time and was always near tears knowing that each bite I took meant I would be fat again. I’ve gotten a handle on this part of my emotional relationship with food. Some days the bad feelings creep in, but I’ve learned that this is a daily battle. I feel like someone in rehab. I understand Tracy Gold in all of the interviews shes given about her battle.
To try to “recover”, to try to beat the fears of being fat I forced myself to start eating. Then, I kept eating. I kept working out, too, but not in the same was as I did when I was striving to be pin thin. I kept eating until I woke up recently I realized that I’ve put on 40 pounds. Forty pounds. I’m at a weight currently that I one screwed my face up in disgust at. And here I sit. I realiz that 15 pounds of the 40 I put on simply by stopping my anorexic life. It was hard to deal with, but now I accept that maybe my body is healthiest a bit heavier. The rest of it though, the other 25 pounds? That doesn’t need to be on my body. I need to get rid of it.
I tried the South Beach Diet recently. I’ve done it twice before when I needed to drop some pounds quickly, but it wasn’t the answer for who I wanted to be. I’m tired, so tired of my life revolving around food and my clothing sizes and just even thinking about it at all. I’ve got way too many other important things to focus on in my life!!
That’s why when I made the decision to join Weight Watchers and the huge burden was lifted I knew that it was the right plan for me. I’m not a person to “diet”, but I have tried several different lifestyle eating/exercising habits. None of them have been something I could stick with for the rest of my life. Some of them, like South Beach and Body for Life, were fabulous for the time I was living them. But always something came up in life, my schedule changed, my focus changed, something. I couldn’t continue to truly live AND follow these plans.
I knew right away that Weight Watchers was going to be something that I can live and something that will stick by me like a close friend through all of life’s changes. I’ve stopped living my life around food. I’ve stopped letting the fat girl live in my head. Just joining weight watchers changed my perspective. It’s like someone has come along and agreed to carry that burden for me. I just woke up the day after I signed up online and thought. I’m done. I don’t obsess about weight. It doesn’t matter what size I wear. I live by Weight Watchers and I am what I am.
Keep reading here for how this works for me. And please share with me how it works for you!!