I wish I knew what the first sign was, the first thing that should have told me that I was gaining weight. Was it my clothes digging into me? Getting out of breath climbing the stairs? I don't remember.... Isn't that sad?
I can, however, tell all of you the thing that started recently that 'woke' me up. My knees have started giving out from under me when I try to stand up. I always thought that only happened to people who were 300 lbs overweight, NOT to me. And now that it is happening, I am starting to remember all those awful signs I missed along the way. Apparently my road trip into obesity had a million billboards along the road that I somehow ignored, told myself that they weren't referring to me. ME? The woman that has never been overweight a day in her life!
Unfortunately, I turned a cheek to all of them and am paying for it now. So here's my devastatingly real recap of what those signs were:
Unable to tie shoes with ease
Having to shop for pants in the plus size section
Swapping my Victoria's Secret bras for sport bras for comfort
Wearing Spanx every day under everything!
Chaffing
Being out of breath carrying in the groceries
Watching my underarms jiggle as I wave
Heartburn
Sleeping more
Depression
Ignoring social calls due to weight
Avoiding every picture taken
Inability to sit Indian style or cross legs
Having to roll out of bed
Just to name a few...
So here's the jist of my situation. I have always been 125 lbs, at least for the majority of my life. At age 30, on my honeymoon, I fell down a flight of stairs and spent the next 12 months in a wheelchair and physical therapy. Of course, I gained weight while being stagnant especially since I was hyperactive before the fall. My weight blossomed to 175 lbs during that time and I used the accident as an excuse for the weight. The problem is that I used that same tired excuse for the next five years all the while gaining more weight. I told myself that I was scared to work out for fear of reinjury, of feeling that pain and setback again. But that's a bunch of crap! I know that now.
So here I sit, the day before resolutions begin.... contemplating what my resolution should be... I want to lose weight but it is more than that. I want to regain my self respect, my desire to live life to its fullest again. I want the skinny me that thrives on fashion and frilly accessories that draw attention to me instead of hiding behind heavy coats and frumpy sweatshirts. I need a new life, a new way of eating and exercising that still feels like living because this body feels like a prison.
At 35 years old and 225 lbs, I know I have a huge task at hand. I hear it echo in my head...100 lbs....100 lbs... It seems so daunting. But I am going to conquer it, one stubborn pound at a time. And for those of you that are willing to read along with this oh so monumental ride, thank you.
Wish me luck!