O.K. this may be long and I apologize.
I am currently at the end of my Junior year at W.V.U. I am a smoker, I drink socially, I am a diabetic. 3 very bad combinations.
I was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 12 (severe family history). I was always a bigger kid. I took control of my life and by the time I graduated high school I was 6'1" - 200. I was happy with that. My diabetes was under control, I was a great golfer and had many scholarship offers. Because I was playing so much tournament golf I was getting a good 10-15 miles a week walking with a 30 pound bag on my back. Things were good.
Freshman year of college was probably one of the worst times of my life. I had gained 10 pounds over the summer and having to have a student meal plan of terrible (tasting and nutritional) food it all caught up with me. I did meet a wonderful girl though. Living in the dorms I was motivated by the 200 or so people I was surrounded by all the time. I was going to our student rec center, I was playing basketball, I was going on trips. My diabetes was under control. Then, it happened...
I went out one night when my buddy on the football team got back from an away game at South Florida. We went out to eat at 4AM in the morning to celebrate the win. I came home and realized that I was going to be sick. I had gotten food poisoning...terrible stuff. Anyway, I was vomiting for 2 days straight. In the course of those two days and being basically bedridden my diabetes spiraled out of control. I went into KetoAcidosis (sp?). My blood sugar went up to 800 and was minutes away from death had my good friends not taken my keys, thrown me in the car, and driven me to the hospital.
I spent a 2 weeks in the hospital and came out weighing back at my original 200 straight out of high school.
The next semester I realized how close I was to death. Made a commitment to my girlfriend that it would never happen again and that I would take care of myself better and she would do the same. Well, 4 months after getting out of the hospital I was up to 240. I thought it would stop and kept it at 240 and got down to 230 over the summer.
The next fall (sophomore year) I moved in with 3 of my friends into a nice apartment. I was 230 coming in and wanted to get back down to 200. My diabetes was under control (actually it always has been, sans the one episode with food poisoning). This semester was very trying, very hard classes (I was attempting to get into finance). Nutrition and exercise took a backseat as well as golf. I was hovering around 235 the whole first semester. By the end of the year I was 255... I didn't get into my major, changed over to communications, and thought things would get easier. They didn't.
I decided this past year I was going to change. I hated looking in the mirror and seeing myself looking the way I did. I had fallen into the dreaded getting to comfortable with my girlfriend syndrome. I moved in with one of my other friends into a nicer apartment with a nicer gym. I had gotten a dog (golden retriever over this past summer...Brady). I figured things would end up better. Well, things started to fall apart with my girlfriend and I found myself worrying more about that than my well-being.
Over the past few months I have fallen into a downward spiral. I got rear-ended at a stoplight at 50MPH. I find myself ordering delivery food all the time (it isn't helpful that there are 50+ places that deliver to my address). My only hope was a new Kroger opening a mile from my house. My girlfriend and I broke up. I stepped on the scale and was astounded at what it said 275.
So here I am at 3:46 in the morning. I have my dog. My girlfriend and I are starting to talk and rekindle things a little bit. It's been a very trying 3 years, but I'm ready to take this and make it a positive.
I've always got my dog. I take him out a few times a day. As the mornings get nicer I find myself taking my iPhone out with me and walking around for a mile or so. I'm ready to quit smoking (after 5 years). I want to take control of my life. I want to lose 50 pounds. I really want to lose 100, but small steps...
I am glad I stumbled upon this website and it looks like it will be VERY helpful. I am going to set up a fitness plan with at least 3 days in the gym at 30mins-1hour. I am going to cut down on the diet cokes, which I have an unnatural obsession for. I am going to fill in those missing diet cokes with water. I have stopped getting fast food (I was going to Wendys 2+ times a week).
Where I am right now, I just need to get something and stick to it. I have a very addictive personality and I know if I get to a gym enough it'll just become habit. I need to make better food choices and will supplement my low blood sugars (if I get them) with orange juice and not sweets.
See it was long...I told you so. Thanks for reading and any encouragement I can get would be extremely helpful.
I am currently at the end of my Junior year at W.V.U. I am a smoker, I drink socially, I am a diabetic. 3 very bad combinations.
I was diagnosed with diabetes at the age of 12 (severe family history). I was always a bigger kid. I took control of my life and by the time I graduated high school I was 6'1" - 200. I was happy with that. My diabetes was under control, I was a great golfer and had many scholarship offers. Because I was playing so much tournament golf I was getting a good 10-15 miles a week walking with a 30 pound bag on my back. Things were good.
Freshman year of college was probably one of the worst times of my life. I had gained 10 pounds over the summer and having to have a student meal plan of terrible (tasting and nutritional) food it all caught up with me. I did meet a wonderful girl though. Living in the dorms I was motivated by the 200 or so people I was surrounded by all the time. I was going to our student rec center, I was playing basketball, I was going on trips. My diabetes was under control. Then, it happened...
I went out one night when my buddy on the football team got back from an away game at South Florida. We went out to eat at 4AM in the morning to celebrate the win. I came home and realized that I was going to be sick. I had gotten food poisoning...terrible stuff. Anyway, I was vomiting for 2 days straight. In the course of those two days and being basically bedridden my diabetes spiraled out of control. I went into KetoAcidosis (sp?). My blood sugar went up to 800 and was minutes away from death had my good friends not taken my keys, thrown me in the car, and driven me to the hospital.
I spent a 2 weeks in the hospital and came out weighing back at my original 200 straight out of high school.
The next semester I realized how close I was to death. Made a commitment to my girlfriend that it would never happen again and that I would take care of myself better and she would do the same. Well, 4 months after getting out of the hospital I was up to 240. I thought it would stop and kept it at 240 and got down to 230 over the summer.
The next fall (sophomore year) I moved in with 3 of my friends into a nice apartment. I was 230 coming in and wanted to get back down to 200. My diabetes was under control (actually it always has been, sans the one episode with food poisoning). This semester was very trying, very hard classes (I was attempting to get into finance). Nutrition and exercise took a backseat as well as golf. I was hovering around 235 the whole first semester. By the end of the year I was 255... I didn't get into my major, changed over to communications, and thought things would get easier. They didn't.
I decided this past year I was going to change. I hated looking in the mirror and seeing myself looking the way I did. I had fallen into the dreaded getting to comfortable with my girlfriend syndrome. I moved in with one of my other friends into a nicer apartment with a nicer gym. I had gotten a dog (golden retriever over this past summer...Brady). I figured things would end up better. Well, things started to fall apart with my girlfriend and I found myself worrying more about that than my well-being.
Over the past few months I have fallen into a downward spiral. I got rear-ended at a stoplight at 50MPH. I find myself ordering delivery food all the time (it isn't helpful that there are 50+ places that deliver to my address). My only hope was a new Kroger opening a mile from my house. My girlfriend and I broke up. I stepped on the scale and was astounded at what it said 275.
So here I am at 3:46 in the morning. I have my dog. My girlfriend and I are starting to talk and rekindle things a little bit. It's been a very trying 3 years, but I'm ready to take this and make it a positive.
I've always got my dog. I take him out a few times a day. As the mornings get nicer I find myself taking my iPhone out with me and walking around for a mile or so. I'm ready to quit smoking (after 5 years). I want to take control of my life. I want to lose 50 pounds. I really want to lose 100, but small steps...
I am glad I stumbled upon this website and it looks like it will be VERY helpful. I am going to set up a fitness plan with at least 3 days in the gym at 30mins-1hour. I am going to cut down on the diet cokes, which I have an unnatural obsession for. I am going to fill in those missing diet cokes with water. I have stopped getting fast food (I was going to Wendys 2+ times a week).
Where I am right now, I just need to get something and stick to it. I have a very addictive personality and I know if I get to a gym enough it'll just become habit. I need to make better food choices and will supplement my low blood sugars (if I get them) with orange juice and not sweets.
See it was long...I told you so. Thanks for reading and any encouragement I can get would be extremely helpful.
