I’m 6lbs Down! : loseit
I’ve never posted here before. I’ve commented a few times, but I’ve never actually posted my story at all.
I was super skinny growing up. When I turned 14 my mom moved me and my brother in with her fiancé at the time, and he ended up being a total dickwad. He kept my brother and I separated from the kitchen and we weren’t allowed to eat anything without his permission. I guess it basically led to me having an unhealthy relationship with food once we got out of the situation. After three years, we were out and I could finally eat what I wanted, when I wanted it.
In 2013 I cried because I was 150lbs. Instead of changing my eating habits, I accepted that I was getting fatter.
In 2016 I was 175. I started getting stretch marks on my stomach, and the kids I was watching would ask me what it was by my bellybutton.
In February of 2019, I weighed in at 238lbs. I am 5’6”.
I suffer from manic depressive disorder, and I’m currently going through diagnosis and they believe I have lupus. I ended up having a mental breakdown upon finding out that there was something actually WRONG with my body and told my mother I was feeling suicidal.
I spoke with my doctor, and he took me off work for 6 weeks. Since February 15th, I’ve been struggling with new medications, including a steroid prednisone. Which makes you super hungry no matter what.
But I also realized that I use food as a mental coping mechanism, and I’ve been actively trying to change things. I get hungry, and I tell myself, “Do you want that, or do you need that?” And 99% of the time, it’s just a want.
Saturday, March 2nd, I weighed in at 238lbs.
Today, March 15th, I am 232lbs.
I treated myself with a McDonald’s sandwich today, and my stomach hurts so badly and my acid reflux is back with a vengeance. For the first time in my life, I think I’m actually done with fast food for good.
Here’s to good things for somebody who didn’t think she could change two weeks ago!
You can do it if I can do it!