Monday, October 22, 2012
Today I had a two week checkup since my official diagnosis of PCOS. According to their scale I've lost 8 pounds since starting those meds and my new diet, which is a permanent change. According to their scale I weighed in at 201! I was so psyched I went home to my scale and weighed in at 201. While I'm not recording it officially yet, this is the lowest I've been in three years.
And while those numbers mean much, what is really telling is my reflection. I can actually see the changes in my body. Especially in my stomach. I measured today and I lost an inch around my waist and hips! Also a little around my calves. Nothing yet on my thighs, but I'll work at it.
When I first started my weight loss journey, it was a huge struggle. I'd exercise an hour a day and restrict my calories. Count everything. I would go on a crazy health binge. And I'd drop a pound. Or two. Sometimes if I got lucky I'd drop 3 in a month. I'd get depressed, try to tell myself it was the slow losers who keep it off, but I'd be doing so much that I would stop one or both and gain all the weight back. I thought I was just doomed to be fat and lazy.
That was depressing. Which led to less exercise. I'd feel worse. And I eat too much. And I'd feel worse. That kind of thing can quickly spiral out of control.
One thing that changed this time was I moved. We were living with his mother. Saving up till we could get our own place. That caused a good deal of stress. So much so, that losing weight was even more of a challenge.
As soon as we moved out I dropped 10 lbs without even trying. I was exstatic. But I couldn't keep the weightloss up. I had motivation. I had desire. I just couldn't make the scale budge. And I was bordering on depression again when my fiance brought up the topic of children.
And that's why I went to the doctor. And thats how I found out that one little thing can make everything spiral out of control. This seems especially true for hormones since they all interact with each other.
And I can't even begin to describe how much happier I am now. I sleep better. I'm happier. I'm losing weight. And I'm on top of the world. I feel healthier. I'm standing up straighter. I'm more motivated than ever.
The best part is that I'm not just seeing weightloos. I'm happier because I have more energy, especially if I workout in the morning. So I can I do more of what I love, be it spending time with family and friends, taking on home improvement projects, reading a book, or even writing one.