I've been fluctuating between 104lbs - 111lbs loss. I'm about back to 111lbs loss. I'm close to my ultimate goal weight but it's been a battle.
My story! If you wish to check out all the photo's you can do that by going Here
It all started when I logged into Facebook after a friend uploaded this photo and tagged me in it.
When I seen this photo, I was in denial. This was not me, yeah the girl has my face, but there is no way I was that big. I'm bigger then my mother, and that just isn't me. That's what I thought. So I tried to ignore it. However it didn't work, that picture kept creeping back in my thoughts. So I decided to take control and just try and lose some weight. I remembered someone telling me about myfitnesspal.com so I signed up, but lets back up a month before this photo was taken. September of 09 2 things happened and my life got very stressful. My husband had an accident at work, his big toe was pretty much chopped off, but he got it back, they were able to save it. Then 2 weeks after that, my dad had a heart attack and found out he was a diabetic all in the same day. He survived and is doing great now. However his heart attack and diabetes started making me think that now it runs in my family and I better take control of myself. I didn't really start till after October. A few months before my dad had his heart attack, we were all at my grandparents house and my dad told his mom about somethings going on, and she said she thinks he needs to be tested for diabetes, but he never did till the heart attack. I told my grandmother some symptoms I was having and she said the same thing. She said she'd put money on it that my dad and I were both a diabetic. My dad and I had a lot of the same symptoms. I didn't really want to know, to be fair here. So I just ignored it, I always felt like I was gonna pass out or my blood sugar was too low, I never had much feeling of high blood preasure and if I did I didn't know what it was. So I ignored it. I thougth I just had low blood sugar issues. Well I always just shoved a donut in my mouth and I felt better for a little while. Quick fix is what my diabetic doctor told me. They aren't the smart choice either.
Yup you heard me I said diabetic doctor. Well I didn't go to a diabetic doctor till nearly 6 months later. In April of 2010 I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. I went to my first OB appt. and weighed in for the first time and I weighed in at 250lbs. I was so [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse]ed at myself. I could not believe I let myself go so much. I was also tested for Diabetes that day because my dad is a diabetic. I failed the test and had to come back and do the 3 hour test, and they said I passed, I thought I was in the clear. However when I finally seen my doctor, the one who delivered my baby girl, he made me go through 2 more glucose tests, and I found out I was a diabetic. I started seeing my diabetic doctor. I lost 70lbs in the pregnancy, which was a huge blessing in disguise because I was sure I was going to be 300lbs after I had her. I was 250 the day I went in for my first OB appt. and 180 on my 6 week check up after she was born. I'm 5'3 so that's still a lot for me.
While being a new mommy, I gained 25.5lbs back which put me back to 205.5lbs.
I started getting depressed because I let myself go again. I looked in the mirror and I screamed "I HATE YOU" to myself, and I started crying. I just hated how I looked. I mean before when I was fat, I didn't think it was as bad as it was because I didn't see it in the mirror, then seeing myself smaller and then gaining more back, I seen it, I hated it. I really hated myself, I hated being naked, I hated my husband looking at me, I didn't want to look at me. My merriage was on the rocks, but not his fault, I was depressed and hated myself, how could I expect him to love me how he should love me if I can't love myself? After I had my break down, I started to think "What can I do to change this?" I was determined to do something. I remembered a friend telling me about a weight loss doctor who doesn't cost so much to go see. So I did talk to my husband about going to this place. At the time of me talking to him the reason I wanted so badly to see a weight loss doctor is because I knew in my pregnancy I had lost so much weight because I had the right kind of support. So I figured if I had that extra push, someone who knew how to professinally help me and support me, maybe I would be a success story.
My husband at first did not want me to go to this, all he seen was money being taken away from his game addiction. We ended up getting in a huge fight over this. Finally he decided to let me try it for a month, if we seen no progress then I would quit going. In 1 month I lost I think 15lbs.
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I didn't just go to the doctor, no I also went to myfitnesspal.com and logged all my calories I took in and all my exercises I did. My husband was liking the results he was sure to keep letting me go. I still go to this day. I get weighed every visit, measured once a month, questions answered, and a b12 shot. After 2 months I was down from 205 to 178 on Thanksgiving day.
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By Christmas I was down to 168. The weight kept falling off. I felt better about myself, I felt like my life had meaning. I mean I know it's always had meaning but I felt human for the first time in years. I was still considered obese but I was at the low range of it. I felt like for the first time, I had control over myself. I was doing something about it. I started loving myself enough to take care of myself.
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In late January I hit 160 and that was my "Over weight" status.
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March is my birthday and I hit I think 150 - 145 I can't remember the exact number. I know that I tried on a pair of 5/6 jeans and they fit. I ended up not getting them but I should have. I instead got a pair of Aeropostal's 7/8's which is ok and still smaller then I've warn before. I was so excited.
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I then went to Rue 21 and tried on a pair of 5/6 and bought my first pair of 5/6 jeans.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40775.jpg
I'm still in a 5/6 and 7/8 just depending on the make of the jeans. I'm ok with that. I am not where I wish to be, but I'm smaller now then I've ever been and I can't be happier. Now I'm 139lbs. My weight loss has slowed down a lot, but I'm ok with that. I've lost 111lbs and I feel better then I can ever remember feeling. I'm 30 years old and I can keep up with my kids. I'm currently doing a workout called "Slim in 6" by beachbody.com. I just recently started so no results yet.
I have done 30 day shred by Jillian Michael's I have done 2 rounds of it. Only finished 1 round. I did a blog post on this program to explain a lot of things you can check that out here click here.
I have had moments of falling flat on my face, but that makes me human, what makes me better then I was 2 years ago, is I got up and dust myself off and kept on going. I have moments of weakness still, I have moments where I feel like giving up. What makes this all different is, I have learned to tell my mind to shut up and when I feel like this, I get up and try harder, if I force myself to do a workout, that usually puts me back in a mood of pushing harder to hit my goal and it usually lifts me out of the funk. Don't get me wrong, I'm far beyond perfect. I have days when I'd rather just stuff my face. There are times I even cave in and say "Well I screwed up, guess I better just keep on stuffing my face." that's not right, but I'm human and I do make mistakes. Just because you make mistakes though, it's no reason to give up on yourself. Infact that just means that tomorrow is a new day, so pick yourself up and start where you left off. Remember what you are fighting for, remember why you started in the first place, think about what would make you the happiest, a donut or the body you want? That's what pulls me through a lot of times. I try to ask myself daily "Will this food get me closer or further away from my goal?" It usually works but not always.
This is me today, or well a few days ago. 139lbs.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40776.jpg
I look and feel better then I have ever felt and look. To have my own brothers and cousins tell me I look great, that lets me know it's true. Never has my brothers given me such compliments. I think those mean more to me then anything else. Well my son, he told my husband to tell me to stop losing weight because I was going to disappear. He is 8. He always tells me how pretty I am and how much he loves me and likes how I look. He really tries to help me stick to things by saying things like he likes me skinny better then fat. Kids are honest, and I'm ok with that. I like me thinner then fat as well.
Well this is my story!
You can also watch my video I made if you want? Click here
My story! If you wish to check out all the photo's you can do that by going Here
It all started when I logged into Facebook after a friend uploaded this photo and tagged me in it.
When I seen this photo, I was in denial. This was not me, yeah the girl has my face, but there is no way I was that big. I'm bigger then my mother, and that just isn't me. That's what I thought. So I tried to ignore it. However it didn't work, that picture kept creeping back in my thoughts. So I decided to take control and just try and lose some weight. I remembered someone telling me about myfitnesspal.com so I signed up, but lets back up a month before this photo was taken. September of 09 2 things happened and my life got very stressful. My husband had an accident at work, his big toe was pretty much chopped off, but he got it back, they were able to save it. Then 2 weeks after that, my dad had a heart attack and found out he was a diabetic all in the same day. He survived and is doing great now. However his heart attack and diabetes started making me think that now it runs in my family and I better take control of myself. I didn't really start till after October. A few months before my dad had his heart attack, we were all at my grandparents house and my dad told his mom about somethings going on, and she said she thinks he needs to be tested for diabetes, but he never did till the heart attack. I told my grandmother some symptoms I was having and she said the same thing. She said she'd put money on it that my dad and I were both a diabetic. My dad and I had a lot of the same symptoms. I didn't really want to know, to be fair here. So I just ignored it, I always felt like I was gonna pass out or my blood sugar was too low, I never had much feeling of high blood preasure and if I did I didn't know what it was. So I ignored it. I thougth I just had low blood sugar issues. Well I always just shoved a donut in my mouth and I felt better for a little while. Quick fix is what my diabetic doctor told me. They aren't the smart choice either.
Yup you heard me I said diabetic doctor. Well I didn't go to a diabetic doctor till nearly 6 months later. In April of 2010 I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. I went to my first OB appt. and weighed in for the first time and I weighed in at 250lbs. I was so [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse]ed at myself. I could not believe I let myself go so much. I was also tested for Diabetes that day because my dad is a diabetic. I failed the test and had to come back and do the 3 hour test, and they said I passed, I thought I was in the clear. However when I finally seen my doctor, the one who delivered my baby girl, he made me go through 2 more glucose tests, and I found out I was a diabetic. I started seeing my diabetic doctor. I lost 70lbs in the pregnancy, which was a huge blessing in disguise because I was sure I was going to be 300lbs after I had her. I was 250 the day I went in for my first OB appt. and 180 on my 6 week check up after she was born. I'm 5'3 so that's still a lot for me.
While being a new mommy, I gained 25.5lbs back which put me back to 205.5lbs.
I started getting depressed because I let myself go again. I looked in the mirror and I screamed "I HATE YOU" to myself, and I started crying. I just hated how I looked. I mean before when I was fat, I didn't think it was as bad as it was because I didn't see it in the mirror, then seeing myself smaller and then gaining more back, I seen it, I hated it. I really hated myself, I hated being naked, I hated my husband looking at me, I didn't want to look at me. My merriage was on the rocks, but not his fault, I was depressed and hated myself, how could I expect him to love me how he should love me if I can't love myself? After I had my break down, I started to think "What can I do to change this?" I was determined to do something. I remembered a friend telling me about a weight loss doctor who doesn't cost so much to go see. So I did talk to my husband about going to this place. At the time of me talking to him the reason I wanted so badly to see a weight loss doctor is because I knew in my pregnancy I had lost so much weight because I had the right kind of support. So I figured if I had that extra push, someone who knew how to professinally help me and support me, maybe I would be a success story.
My husband at first did not want me to go to this, all he seen was money being taken away from his game addiction. We ended up getting in a huge fight over this. Finally he decided to let me try it for a month, if we seen no progress then I would quit going. In 1 month I lost I think 15lbs.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40766.jpg
I didn't just go to the doctor, no I also went to myfitnesspal.com and logged all my calories I took in and all my exercises I did. My husband was liking the results he was sure to keep letting me go. I still go to this day. I get weighed every visit, measured once a month, questions answered, and a b12 shot. After 2 months I was down from 205 to 178 on Thanksgiving day.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40767.jpg
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40768.jpg
By Christmas I was down to 168. The weight kept falling off. I felt better about myself, I felt like my life had meaning. I mean I know it's always had meaning but I felt human for the first time in years. I was still considered obese but I was at the low range of it. I felt like for the first time, I had control over myself. I was doing something about it. I started loving myself enough to take care of myself.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40769.jpg
In late January I hit 160 and that was my "Over weight" status.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40770.jpg
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40771.jpg
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40772.jpg
March is my birthday and I hit I think 150 - 145 I can't remember the exact number. I know that I tried on a pair of 5/6 jeans and they fit. I ended up not getting them but I should have. I instead got a pair of Aeropostal's 7/8's which is ok and still smaller then I've warn before. I was so excited.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40774.jpg
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40773.jpg
I then went to Rue 21 and tried on a pair of 5/6 and bought my first pair of 5/6 jeans.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40775.jpg
I'm still in a 5/6 and 7/8 just depending on the make of the jeans. I'm ok with that. I am not where I wish to be, but I'm smaller now then I've ever been and I can't be happier. Now I'm 139lbs. My weight loss has slowed down a lot, but I'm ok with that. I've lost 111lbs and I feel better then I can ever remember feeling. I'm 30 years old and I can keep up with my kids. I'm currently doing a workout called "Slim in 6" by beachbody.com. I just recently started so no results yet.
I have done 30 day shred by Jillian Michael's I have done 2 rounds of it. Only finished 1 round. I did a blog post on this program to explain a lot of things you can check that out here click here.
I have had moments of falling flat on my face, but that makes me human, what makes me better then I was 2 years ago, is I got up and dust myself off and kept on going. I have moments of weakness still, I have moments where I feel like giving up. What makes this all different is, I have learned to tell my mind to shut up and when I feel like this, I get up and try harder, if I force myself to do a workout, that usually puts me back in a mood of pushing harder to hit my goal and it usually lifts me out of the funk. Don't get me wrong, I'm far beyond perfect. I have days when I'd rather just stuff my face. There are times I even cave in and say "Well I screwed up, guess I better just keep on stuffing my face." that's not right, but I'm human and I do make mistakes. Just because you make mistakes though, it's no reason to give up on yourself. Infact that just means that tomorrow is a new day, so pick yourself up and start where you left off. Remember what you are fighting for, remember why you started in the first place, think about what would make you the happiest, a donut or the body you want? That's what pulls me through a lot of times. I try to ask myself daily "Will this food get me closer or further away from my goal?" It usually works but not always.
This is me today, or well a few days ago. 139lbs.
http://www.christianforums.com/users/30055-albums4742-40776.jpg
I look and feel better then I have ever felt and look. To have my own brothers and cousins tell me I look great, that lets me know it's true. Never has my brothers given me such compliments. I think those mean more to me then anything else. Well my son, he told my husband to tell me to stop losing weight because I was going to disappear. He is 8. He always tells me how pretty I am and how much he loves me and likes how I look. He really tries to help me stick to things by saying things like he likes me skinny better then fat. Kids are honest, and I'm ok with that. I like me thinner then fat as well.
Well this is my story!
You can also watch my video I made if you want? Click here
