I just have to make it through the first week. After that, it's cake...no...pie....NO...BACON!!! That's it! Bacon it is! I suppose before I unload my emotions about my lack of bread consumption, I should really tell you what this mess is all about, and what inspired me to finally kick myself in the rear and get moving on this weight-loss journey.
I have struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember. I was taller and thicker that kids in my classes from the very beginning, but I think I finally noticed it about fifth grade. That's pretty normal, by most standards, but most chubby, active, athletic 10 year old's don't eat diet pills. I did. My thyroid registers on the lowest end of normal it can, and it has never been addressed from a medical standpoint, though it probably should have been. My round face is both genetic, and very characteristic of someone with slow thyroid. When my gut was haywire, they kept coming back to thyroid or adrenal insufficiency as a possible diagnosis, but it never developed past the testing/talking phase.
I graduated high school at 234 lbs. I may be heavy, but God has allowed me to carry the weight "well", meaning distribution. I have always had a belly. If I could snap my fingers and have one physical appearance change, it would be my belly. The way I carry my weight puts me a theoretical risk for every kind of disease under the sun, and it is compounded by the fact that a majority of those diseases run on both sides of my family. Diabetes, Coronary Artery Disease, Cancer, blah, blah, blah. To be clear, my motivation does NOT come from the fear of the mentioned diseases. It comes from just wanting to feel better. I sleep crappy, my back hurts, my knees and ankles hurt, and I'm tired of not fitting in to my clothes. I refuse to go buy "fat" clothes. I just need to get my butt in gear and lose the weight.
When I got sick in 2009, I weighed in at a whopping 293 lbs. Put your eyes back in your head, you read the numbers right. Today, I got on the scale and weighed in at 267.4 lbs. I kinda started to gear up to eat the paleo way last week, and weighed myself then, and I was at 276 lbs. So, what I say next will make more sense--I don't have a hard time losing weight. I have a hard time staying disciplined and motivated to keep it off. I lost about 60 lbs over the course of my gut craziness. For those that are clueless, I had bouts of stomach pain and vomiting from 2009-2011. I was diagnosed with Gastroparesis (fancy word for paralyzed stomach), and eventually was diagnosed with Endometriosis (explains the cyclical pain). The inability to eat regular food, and having to be fed through a tube was rough.
Though I can't eat a lot in one sitting, I can pretty much eat whatever I want, which has gotten me back into hot water. I also went back to school full time (18-21 credits/term), and that doesn't help the motivation factor either. I pretty much ate, drank coffee, and studied. I noticed about October that my pants were tight, and by June, they had long been collecting dust in the closet.
So, here are my goals:
-To fit back into my jeans by the time school starts in September.
-To get back into the routine of Scripture Memory. When life is outta whack in one area, it so often affects others...I am no exception.
-To encourage others who need to lose a few pounds; to encourage those who struggle with other areas of life; and to be encouraged by you in the process.
-To let you follow along to see if this Paleo eating lifestyle is all it's touted to be :)
Thank you for reading. I hope to post every couple days. Here's to the crazy journey!
Cheers!!
T
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