Hello everyone!!
I've been looking at this website for quite some time now. I decided I would not register until I was full committed to starting a diet and exercise regime I would stick to.
Today is day 15 and it seems as though it's getting easier. I was amazed by my results after day 7. I had dropped 20 pounds. How did I do it? I went from eating approximately 6000 calories a day and being imobile to eating between 1200-1300 calories a day and working out 5 times a week. I was pumped! Then last week. Not a pound. I tell myself everyday weigh ins are a big no no, but cannot bring myself to not step on the scale every morning. I guess last week I didn't loose any weight because I lost 20 pounds the first week?
I joined a gym and hired a personal trainer. I only purchased 3 sessions and I like the way she understands me and tries to motivate me as much as possible. I am thinking of purchasing more sessions, although it seems to be a rather expensive habbit. She did an assesment and asked me to stand on this scale type thing that was able to tell me that I need to loose 99 lbs and that my bmi is 42 and my pbf is 52.4. How scary is that?
I'll be honest, I didn't realize how "big" I was until I stepped on the scale 15 days ago and saw 281. That was 19 lbs away from being 300lbs and I wasn't going to do that to myself.
I've struggled with my weight my whole life, but I've never been this big. My previous heaviest weight was 240 and I got down to 140 in 10 months. That was 4 years ago and before I got married. I have a very supportive husband who has never told me to loose weight (he is thin and extremely active) . maybe I needed a little push? Maybe I needed to feel motivated and ready. Diabetes runs in my family and I know that if I don't get into shape I am increasing my chances of that disease as well as many others associated with obesity. Throughout my entire life I have never had any problems with making friends, finding love or being one of the most popular people. Strangely enough, all of my counterparts are slim and in shape. They always made me feel as though I belong and never made my weight an issue.
Over the past 6 months I have been working for my father and so my day is much more flexible. I found that I would leave the office to buy food more and more. I started with coffee and something sweet and progressed to Mc Donalds combos. Before I knew it I was rotating between donut shops and fast food breakfasts and ordering 2 combos opposed to one to fill me. Keep in mind, that was in the morning hours. Then at lunch I would go grab some fats food again..something to the likes of poutine and a hamburger and a coke. (Did I mention I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE coca-cola?). Afternoon break called for an ice cream or some sort of sweet. My was ridiculously out of control. I would head home at night to a nice home made italian meal consisting of appetizers, pasta, some type of meat or fried fish, breads and dessert. 15 days ago I woke up and told myself that was it (but not before buying a chocolate cake with frosting the night before from my local grocery store and single handedly consuming half and throwing out the rest including the box to not leave and traces). My family was unaware of how much I was eating because I hid the majority of the food I was consuming by going out and eating alone in the parking lots of these various fast food restaurants that are so easily accesible.
Needless to say 15 days later I feel so much better and have so much more energy. My dail meals now consist of bran flakes with skim milk and half a banana for breakfast, a vegeterian whole wheat pita for lunch and some sort of protien (chicken, turkey or white fish) for dinner with vegetables. My snacks are usually fat free yogurt or nuts and I drink only water, crystal light (lemon lime is to die for) and tea (honey lemon). What a difference!
Before I made the decision to conquer this weight loss challenge that life (mostly poor decisions on my behalf)has handed to me I started to feel as though food was controlling me opposed to me controlling what I ingested on a daily basis. Sort of like an addict. They say that before addicts decide to go to rehab they must hit rock bottom, and I believe I hit rock bottom being only 19 pounds away from the 300 pounder club. I decided I needed to change. It was a decision that took over 4 years to make. No wonder they say patience is a virtue!!!
I've decided to join this forum now that I am committed and figured the support of others facing the same challenges would be motivating. My family members are all thin and my husband is thin. They try and understand what i go through both physically , mnetally and emotionally, but it is impossible. I cannot express to them how horrible I feel when I go into my closet and none of my clothes fit me. i cannot explain to them why going to the mall is so extremely painfull and why I refuse to go into a plus size store. I cannot explain to them why I always wear black clothing and have even died my hair black in hopes of my face looking thinner. I cannot explain to them why I always wear lu-lu lemon track pants that suck and lift just a bit. I cannot explain why looking at myself in the mirror in the buff makes me feel horrible. I hate not being able to shop for clothing in my favorite stores and have become an accessory addict in the interim because shoes, gloves, purses and jewellery fit everyone. Only I know these things, not even my best friend, not even my husband, not even my mother!Can anyone relate? Putting on a bathing suit on vacation, sure I do it, but I feel as though everyone is looking at my thighs.
I carry my weight well. I don't have a huge stomach or large flabby arms. I carry my weight in my hips, thighs and bumb, typical mediterranean flaws!!
OK...I've taken up enough of everyones time. I'm glad to be here and hope to be successful in this endeavor!!
I've been looking at this website for quite some time now. I decided I would not register until I was full committed to starting a diet and exercise regime I would stick to.
Today is day 15 and it seems as though it's getting easier. I was amazed by my results after day 7. I had dropped 20 pounds. How did I do it? I went from eating approximately 6000 calories a day and being imobile to eating between 1200-1300 calories a day and working out 5 times a week. I was pumped! Then last week. Not a pound. I tell myself everyday weigh ins are a big no no, but cannot bring myself to not step on the scale every morning. I guess last week I didn't loose any weight because I lost 20 pounds the first week?
I joined a gym and hired a personal trainer. I only purchased 3 sessions and I like the way she understands me and tries to motivate me as much as possible. I am thinking of purchasing more sessions, although it seems to be a rather expensive habbit. She did an assesment and asked me to stand on this scale type thing that was able to tell me that I need to loose 99 lbs and that my bmi is 42 and my pbf is 52.4. How scary is that?
I'll be honest, I didn't realize how "big" I was until I stepped on the scale 15 days ago and saw 281. That was 19 lbs away from being 300lbs and I wasn't going to do that to myself.
I've struggled with my weight my whole life, but I've never been this big. My previous heaviest weight was 240 and I got down to 140 in 10 months. That was 4 years ago and before I got married. I have a very supportive husband who has never told me to loose weight (he is thin and extremely active) . maybe I needed a little push? Maybe I needed to feel motivated and ready. Diabetes runs in my family and I know that if I don't get into shape I am increasing my chances of that disease as well as many others associated with obesity. Throughout my entire life I have never had any problems with making friends, finding love or being one of the most popular people. Strangely enough, all of my counterparts are slim and in shape. They always made me feel as though I belong and never made my weight an issue.
Over the past 6 months I have been working for my father and so my day is much more flexible. I found that I would leave the office to buy food more and more. I started with coffee and something sweet and progressed to Mc Donalds combos. Before I knew it I was rotating between donut shops and fast food breakfasts and ordering 2 combos opposed to one to fill me. Keep in mind, that was in the morning hours. Then at lunch I would go grab some fats food again..something to the likes of poutine and a hamburger and a coke. (Did I mention I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE coca-cola?). Afternoon break called for an ice cream or some sort of sweet. My was ridiculously out of control. I would head home at night to a nice home made italian meal consisting of appetizers, pasta, some type of meat or fried fish, breads and dessert. 15 days ago I woke up and told myself that was it (but not before buying a chocolate cake with frosting the night before from my local grocery store and single handedly consuming half and throwing out the rest including the box to not leave and traces). My family was unaware of how much I was eating because I hid the majority of the food I was consuming by going out and eating alone in the parking lots of these various fast food restaurants that are so easily accesible.
Needless to say 15 days later I feel so much better and have so much more energy. My dail meals now consist of bran flakes with skim milk and half a banana for breakfast, a vegeterian whole wheat pita for lunch and some sort of protien (chicken, turkey or white fish) for dinner with vegetables. My snacks are usually fat free yogurt or nuts and I drink only water, crystal light (lemon lime is to die for) and tea (honey lemon). What a difference!
Before I made the decision to conquer this weight loss challenge that life (mostly poor decisions on my behalf)has handed to me I started to feel as though food was controlling me opposed to me controlling what I ingested on a daily basis. Sort of like an addict. They say that before addicts decide to go to rehab they must hit rock bottom, and I believe I hit rock bottom being only 19 pounds away from the 300 pounder club. I decided I needed to change. It was a decision that took over 4 years to make. No wonder they say patience is a virtue!!!
I've decided to join this forum now that I am committed and figured the support of others facing the same challenges would be motivating. My family members are all thin and my husband is thin. They try and understand what i go through both physically , mnetally and emotionally, but it is impossible. I cannot express to them how horrible I feel when I go into my closet and none of my clothes fit me. i cannot explain to them why going to the mall is so extremely painfull and why I refuse to go into a plus size store. I cannot explain to them why I always wear black clothing and have even died my hair black in hopes of my face looking thinner. I cannot explain to them why I always wear lu-lu lemon track pants that suck and lift just a bit. I cannot explain why looking at myself in the mirror in the buff makes me feel horrible. I hate not being able to shop for clothing in my favorite stores and have become an accessory addict in the interim because shoes, gloves, purses and jewellery fit everyone. Only I know these things, not even my best friend, not even my husband, not even my mother!Can anyone relate? Putting on a bathing suit on vacation, sure I do it, but I feel as though everyone is looking at my thighs.
I carry my weight well. I don't have a huge stomach or large flabby arms. I carry my weight in my hips, thighs and bumb, typical mediterranean flaws!!
OK...I've taken up enough of everyones time. I'm glad to be here and hope to be successful in this endeavor!!
I was getting ready for my workout when I started getting these sever cramps in my abdomen. It happenned all of a sudden. I could hardly walk. At that point I knew I wasn't able to go anywhere and spent the next 2 hours weeping from the pain. I was finally able to fall asleep. This morning I woke up and the pain is much less. My legs are also no longer sore. I will definitely go to the gym today at some point. 
