Needless to say, I am not too great at keeping up with my blog. However, I think I have found the prefect reason.
Fighting for our lives.
I grew up in a house where meat and potatoes were the norm at dinner. As a teenager, I had no worries about disease or weight. I was active in school theatre, had a job, and a great social life. After high school, shit fell apart. My then boyfriend was an ass who thought he could determine my friends and fashion. Fat quickly rushed to my aid in the form of fast food and junk. I used food as a drug to make me feel better. As with all drugs, it felt great at the time but is no substitute for facing you problems. When I grew a backbone and left that scuzbag behind, I was a proud 180 pound woman ready to take on the world… tomorrow.
Months of self diagnosed food addiction had left me fat, depressed, unhealthy, and moody. I tried a few different weight loss programs; All failed. When I met the love of my life, I weighed 178.
Almost ten years later, we are still together but fat and miserable. I am now 225 and the weight I’ve gained is coming between us… literally.
Frank was always very active but also overweight. When his second child was born, he was over 315 pounds. He was always very active but couldn’t keep the weight off until he found the Atkins diet. With this diet, he lost a ton of weight. When we met, he was 245 and smoking hot!
October 2009 our lives changed forever. Frank found out after numerous tests and a couple of days in the hospital that he was not only type 2 diabetic, but that he had high cholesterol, high blood pressure, and coronary artery disease. He never had a heart attack or any other chest problems but here we were looking down the tunnel of a triple bypass surgery…at the age of 35.
Speeding up to this week… we have gotten on and off the wagon of healthy eating so many times I’ve lost count. So what’s different about this time? Me.
I think that I am finally ready to grow up and take control of my life. I am 30 years old and no one is going to do it for me.