Thursday, October 24, 2013
I will never forget the utter shock I experienced when I stepped on to my brand new scale for the first time back in 2009. Of all numbers to appear, I never could have imagined that it would be 103.5 kg staring back at me. At once I was filled with equal feelings of panic, urgency, depression and anger. I didn't know what to do. My boyfriend, a runner, suggested I start running. And run I did. Over the 3 months that followed I lost a whopping 12 kg just by running/jogging 3 km 3 days a week. But then it stopped. I hit a wall. I didn't understand it, but I just lost all motivation. Perhaps it was the tragic and sudden loss of a family member. Maybe it was the idea that I am stuck on a career path that I have no passion for. Maybe it was because, at that time, I felt as though I was stuck in a relationship that I felt was heading nowhere. But whatever it was, I was stuck.
I took solace in the fact that although I plateaued, I never ever let my weight go above 95 kg. And that made me kind of relieved. The fact that I could never get it below 90 kg ... well ... I tried not to think about that too much.
Then about 2 months ago I got the flu. Now mind you, this is not the first time I ever got the flu, but this flu is definitely one I will never forget. I went to the doctor, mainly because I wanted to get a few days off from work and lie in bed. But this time my doctor's visit was a lot different. The doctor told me I had bronchial asthma that was brought on by a virus and will probably go away once I'm all healed up. Although the doctor's demeanor was pleasant and not worrisome in the least, that should have made me feel good about getting better. But hearing the word ASTHMA, made me (for lack of a better phrase) crap my pants. He put me on all sorts of medication. Cortisone. 2 different types of inhalers. Pills. Syrups. You name it I got it. I immediately stopped smoking. And I am glad to say, I have not lit up since then. I've always heard that people pick up weight when they stop smoking. I never thought that I too should fall prey to this. But I did.
It took me a while to get better. But eventually I did. And on the lung front, I felt very good. But over the past weeks, I could feel something happening. My baggy jeans was beginning to feel not so baggy anymore. When I had my arms at my side, I could feel the rolls of my waist that I haven't felt in quite a while. I was putting it off for a long time, but I decided this morning that I could no longer put it off. I got back onto my scale.
"OH NO! 97.7 kg!!! What!?! How the hell did that happen???"
So now I am here, at Spark People. I can't put this off any longer. I got engaged about a month ago, and the last thing I want is to be rolling up that aisle.
So this is it. This is me! Time to lose this weight and take control of my life!