Hey everyone,
I'd like to thank those who dropped in to leave a post here in my lil' ol' diary. Sorry that I can't get to each and everyone of your diaries, but unfortunately life has thrown yet another marvelous event in my life. On New Year's Day my father was rushed into the ER only to find out that he has acute pancreatitis. Due to his weight (he weighs ~330lbs) they are going to have to take an extreme measure to allow his pancreas time to heal: no food or drink for a week, plus. He's hooked up to every machine possible and is given hourly shots of morphine for his pain and sodium chloride and the sorts for "nourishment." It kills me to see how much pain my dad is going through and as horrible as this may sound, maybe this will be his "wakeup call" to start taking care of himself.
Obesity runs in my family big time and yes, we have just about every damn medical disease you can think of. (Yes, on both sides of my family.) As hard as I'm trying to take care of myself, it's just so damn difficult here in Hawaii for a few reasons:
1) As much as I try not to let it get to me, this fucking divorce is depressing me as all hell. I've gained a good amount of weight through this entire ordeal. I can tell in my face that I've gained weight and it just brings me down.
A little background: My lowest weight was 145lbs mainly because I spent ~4hrs in the gym/day, because Sean was never home and when he was, he wouldn't speak to me. In other words, the gym was there to keep me from going insane and to keep me from crying because Sean didn't seem to want me there. Yup, it wasn't healthy at all, but it was the only thing I could do to keep me "happy." At 145, I didn't like the way my face looked (gaunt and all that good shit), so I ended putting on some weight to about 155lbs. We then bought the house in Endicott where our marriage began to crumble completely. (April-September '08) I weighed 170lbs by the time I left NY for Canada. (Sept 19th) Today, I weigh 185lbs and believe me, I'm trying my best to get control of my weight again. I can truthfully say, divorce can seriously destroy you if you aren't careful. Sadly, my divorce is only in the "beginning phase."
2) I attend therapy every week as a result of a number of issues gained during my marriage. Sadly enough, I am not "emotionally/ mentally stable to work" at the moment. Therefore, no job= not being able to purchase healthy food that will help in my weight loss. I have to depend on my parents (since I live with them) and yah, that's hard.
3) Another downside of not having a job, not being able to get into a gym. I've tried working out at home for a number of years before, but personally speaking, it's just not the same. I enjoy the atmosphere of a gym setting and seeing others really workout gives me inspiration to want to achieve my weight loss goals as well.
4) The cost of "healthy food" here is insane. Seriously, 3-5 bucks for 12oz of whole wheat dried pasta?? A gallon of 1% milk for $8???? Really? Fuck me.
I wake up every morning to read my "goals poster" taped to my bedroom door outloud with the hopes it will help me to get through the day. All I can do is to remain strong and positive. I just wish that all of this would stop and I could be the same happy, healthy person I used to be. God help me and my family.
-Sheryl