Hello,
those who read my introduction will know that I am not just here for the weight loss (albeit also) but I need to get my life back. I feel a bit like I had everything, I was completely happy and then I was robbed of everything because I didn't pay enough attention. Since then I have been like in a coma, asleep for 4 years, unable to come out of my shell, angry at me for being stupid enough to ruin my life and angry at the world for not being more kind, angry at my body for healing so slowly and angry at everyone else who kept telling me I was so lucky. Lucky to be alive, lucky to be able to move my legs and not having damaged my spinal cord, lucky that eventually I would be able to get back on my feet and walk.
But I didn't want to walk! I felt that I had been able to do so much more than walk and now only walking would never satisfy me!
About 9 months ago my Drs said I had healed, I had finished healing completely (my phsyiotherapy was not necessary anymore) and that I could go back to dancing (a bit), but I couldn't. I was one and a half times myself (from under 100 pounds to 150)... I wouldn't be able to face people and I wouldn't be able to face the mirrors on every wall of the gym. So I just brooded. And felt miserable. When depression had me completely in its dark hand my parents forced me to find a therapist. I had been to one for a year after the accident, but had stopped going.
She helped me so much. She made me appreciate what was around me, and I do now or at least try.
But to feel that I have the control over myself I need to make some changes and one of them is getting fit. I need to see someone beautiful when I look in a mirror to feel good with myself. And I need strength so that I can heal the wounds on my inside. And I need to be healthy to have more life.
I have started changing my food habits about a month ago and have lost 7 pounds, but today is the real new beginning... I am going to take all my courage and put on some leotards and go to a beginners dance class. It is only an intro to dancing composed of 30 minutes classes so I can leave if after 30 minutes I feel it is too much. But I am already looking for excuses not to go... I am such a sissy.
I hope it will get better with time, and that after I master one class the next won't be that hard! I still pull my left leg with me, so I am embarrassed of what people will think. A cripple that goes to dance classes? Makes no sense!
Man if I write stuff that is this long no one will want to read it... but I guess this is what my therapist meant when she said get support online, write all that stuff out so you can see it, help yourself to heal. So here I am, a new beginning, a new me.
those who read my introduction will know that I am not just here for the weight loss (albeit also) but I need to get my life back. I feel a bit like I had everything, I was completely happy and then I was robbed of everything because I didn't pay enough attention. Since then I have been like in a coma, asleep for 4 years, unable to come out of my shell, angry at me for being stupid enough to ruin my life and angry at the world for not being more kind, angry at my body for healing so slowly and angry at everyone else who kept telling me I was so lucky. Lucky to be alive, lucky to be able to move my legs and not having damaged my spinal cord, lucky that eventually I would be able to get back on my feet and walk.
But I didn't want to walk! I felt that I had been able to do so much more than walk and now only walking would never satisfy me!
About 9 months ago my Drs said I had healed, I had finished healing completely (my phsyiotherapy was not necessary anymore) and that I could go back to dancing (a bit), but I couldn't. I was one and a half times myself (from under 100 pounds to 150)... I wouldn't be able to face people and I wouldn't be able to face the mirrors on every wall of the gym. So I just brooded. And felt miserable. When depression had me completely in its dark hand my parents forced me to find a therapist. I had been to one for a year after the accident, but had stopped going.
She helped me so much. She made me appreciate what was around me, and I do now or at least try.
But to feel that I have the control over myself I need to make some changes and one of them is getting fit. I need to see someone beautiful when I look in a mirror to feel good with myself. And I need strength so that I can heal the wounds on my inside. And I need to be healthy to have more life.
I have started changing my food habits about a month ago and have lost 7 pounds, but today is the real new beginning... I am going to take all my courage and put on some leotards and go to a beginners dance class. It is only an intro to dancing composed of 30 minutes classes so I can leave if after 30 minutes I feel it is too much. But I am already looking for excuses not to go... I am such a sissy.
I hope it will get better with time, and that after I master one class the next won't be that hard! I still pull my left leg with me, so I am embarrassed of what people will think. A cripple that goes to dance classes? Makes no sense!
Man if I write stuff that is this long no one will want to read it... but I guess this is what my therapist meant when she said get support online, write all that stuff out so you can see it, help yourself to heal. So here I am, a new beginning, a new me.

