nativegirlie
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well, here we go!.. all of my life, I was always one of those skinny girls who could eat and eat and never gain a pound! *Much to the dismay of my older and much heavier sister* I was one of those naturally thin girls who could walk into any store and just grab a cute little outfit right off the rack and it fit perfectly!.. I managed to stay thin until the 1999 when, at 25 years old, I gave birth to a 9 pound 2 ounce 24 3/4 inch long baby boy, my first and only child. unfortunately, however, with my not-so-little bundle of joy came 100 extra pounds!! I thought to myself, "heck, every girl gains weight with pregnancy, I'll lose it in no time since I"m not a naturally heavy person" well.. months passed and very little weight came off.. years passed and still no further weight loss... so, I went to the local doctor and asked what the deal was. I was not over eating, I was getting a normal amount of exercise.. my diet and activity level was unchanged from how it was when I was thin. The unexplained and extreme weight gain baffled both me and my doctor. During that time, I was diagnosed with adult ADHD and was put on Methylphenidate and attended weekly counselling sessions.. and got a job in construction. That time, I managed to drop 70 pounds with the combination of a physically demanding job and the meds, I suspect. I looked great, but still wasn't completely back to my former glory. I felt great, but unfortunately, this was short lived and after my construction job ended, I was back up to 240 pounds. I had gained back all but about 25 pounds. For the last 4 years, my weight has hovered right around 200-230. WHich brings me to today.. my son is now 6 years old and I still look pregnant!! I've tried EVERYTHING to no avail! I lose small amounts of weight, maybe 20or 30 pounds, but always gain it back. I get lots of exercise at my job in shipping and recieving at local music store, but still remain fat.. I bought a treadmill and was running on there for an hour every evening *that time I lost like 40 pounds!*
currently, I am 220 pounds and at my wit's end! I have been getting flu and colds like crazy and have ZERO energy! I want so much to lose this weight and regain my energy. I've been suffering from chronic fatigue and insomnia. My performance at work has come under fire due to the fact I'm too tired to get much done very consistently. If I dont' shape up and get more energy, my job could be at risk! I have to do something... but what?? nothing seems to work..
When my old roomie was living with me, I bought a tread mill and began a vigorous workout which lasted an HOUR. EVERY evening, I'd pop a dvd into the player and take in a movie during my workout.
My roommate, Maribel was amazing! she encouraged me and constantly told me how great I was beginning to look, plus, she would work with weights and sit-ups whilst I was on the tread mill. A month into my workout, I found out Maribel had to move back home to california, so she would no longer be able to be my roomie.
After that, I stopped working out cause I got so busy with trying to finish my beadwork for a big powwow that was coming up.
I never took it back up.
I think the biggest part of my problem is lack of a support system.. Every time I start a workout and nutrition program, I only last a month or two.. up until now, I had no clue as to why it was so hard for me to stick to anything.. I mean, I quit smoking, drugs and alcohol with NO counseling, NO AA/NA, COLD TURKEY. I've been sober for 5 months and smoke free for 2 1/2 years!! all on my own. If I can quit that stuff and stay off, why can't I do something so simple as a daily workout and make it stick?! what the heck is wrong with me?
After thinking back on how I was able to beat nicotine, drugs and alcohol cravings, I remembered I accomplished those things cause I had people to hang with who didnt' use, smoke or drink. I had a support system.
Maybe that's what I need now.
well, I have a boyfriend living with me now whom I met at a metal show out here. He was an alcoholic.. and, infact, very drunk, when we met. Heck, we were both pretty plastered. after moving in together, we decided to sober up and we've been that way for 5 months now.
One evening last week, I noticed that he had been sitting down lifting some dumbells I had layin' around and thought maybe he could be what Maribel was.. my support system. I asked him to work out with me every night, or at least remind me to work out or encourage me in some way to get my chunky butt up on that tread mill and get some exercise.. but.. instead.. he wants to cool large meals late at night and wants me to sit on the couch and watch movies instead of watch them from the tread mill.
Well, it seems my boyfriend is less than enthused about my desire to become the woman I was before the birth of my son. So that has lead me here.. to reach out into cyberspace for support.
Since I have never had to worry about my weight before the last 6 years, I have no clue how to go about it. Never had to before, I was always super skinny! So maybe reading some of your diary entries will help me understand I may not be alone in this. *GOD I hope i'm not the only one this has happened to* Doctors to this day are still baffled by my extreme and unexplained weight gain, so I really have no clue what to do to help myself live. I know that being overweight is killing me because I have been sick quite abit recently. It seems in the last few years as my weight has increased, my immune system has taken a turn for the worst and with no medical insurance where I work, this can spell financial disaster for me and my little son. No sick days at work mean I have to go to work no matter how congested, sneezy, tired and miserable I am.
People just don't realize what a little support can bring someone. just a few encouraging words like "great job" or "lookin' good!" or "keep goin, you're doing great!" said just a few times a day can make an infinite amount of difference in the life of someone taking on something so drawn out and difficult as losing weight.
I just wish that the men in our lives would realize this. I mean, I feel reall ripped off right now!.. I helped him end a lifelong battle with alcoholism and he's gotten his license back, he has taken care of all his warrants and is rebuilding his life, According to him, he's done this because of me. Because I was there and constantly told him he could do it. Because he had me to hang whith instead of his drinking buddies. I was apparently his refuge from all of that. It gives me a great sense of satisfaction to see him finally pulling it together and knowing that I was able to aid in bringing about a positive change in somebody's life.
My question is.. where the heck is he now when I need him to help me do this? Any men out there wanna feild that one?
currently, I am 220 pounds and at my wit's end! I have been getting flu and colds like crazy and have ZERO energy! I want so much to lose this weight and regain my energy. I've been suffering from chronic fatigue and insomnia. My performance at work has come under fire due to the fact I'm too tired to get much done very consistently. If I dont' shape up and get more energy, my job could be at risk! I have to do something... but what?? nothing seems to work..
When my old roomie was living with me, I bought a tread mill and began a vigorous workout which lasted an HOUR. EVERY evening, I'd pop a dvd into the player and take in a movie during my workout.
My roommate, Maribel was amazing! she encouraged me and constantly told me how great I was beginning to look, plus, she would work with weights and sit-ups whilst I was on the tread mill. A month into my workout, I found out Maribel had to move back home to california, so she would no longer be able to be my roomie.
After that, I stopped working out cause I got so busy with trying to finish my beadwork for a big powwow that was coming up.
I never took it back up.
I think the biggest part of my problem is lack of a support system.. Every time I start a workout and nutrition program, I only last a month or two.. up until now, I had no clue as to why it was so hard for me to stick to anything.. I mean, I quit smoking, drugs and alcohol with NO counseling, NO AA/NA, COLD TURKEY. I've been sober for 5 months and smoke free for 2 1/2 years!! all on my own. If I can quit that stuff and stay off, why can't I do something so simple as a daily workout and make it stick?! what the heck is wrong with me?
After thinking back on how I was able to beat nicotine, drugs and alcohol cravings, I remembered I accomplished those things cause I had people to hang with who didnt' use, smoke or drink. I had a support system.
Maybe that's what I need now.
well, I have a boyfriend living with me now whom I met at a metal show out here. He was an alcoholic.. and, infact, very drunk, when we met. Heck, we were both pretty plastered. after moving in together, we decided to sober up and we've been that way for 5 months now.
One evening last week, I noticed that he had been sitting down lifting some dumbells I had layin' around and thought maybe he could be what Maribel was.. my support system. I asked him to work out with me every night, or at least remind me to work out or encourage me in some way to get my chunky butt up on that tread mill and get some exercise.. but.. instead.. he wants to cool large meals late at night and wants me to sit on the couch and watch movies instead of watch them from the tread mill.
Well, it seems my boyfriend is less than enthused about my desire to become the woman I was before the birth of my son. So that has lead me here.. to reach out into cyberspace for support.
Since I have never had to worry about my weight before the last 6 years, I have no clue how to go about it. Never had to before, I was always super skinny! So maybe reading some of your diary entries will help me understand I may not be alone in this. *GOD I hope i'm not the only one this has happened to* Doctors to this day are still baffled by my extreme and unexplained weight gain, so I really have no clue what to do to help myself live. I know that being overweight is killing me because I have been sick quite abit recently. It seems in the last few years as my weight has increased, my immune system has taken a turn for the worst and with no medical insurance where I work, this can spell financial disaster for me and my little son. No sick days at work mean I have to go to work no matter how congested, sneezy, tired and miserable I am.
People just don't realize what a little support can bring someone. just a few encouraging words like "great job" or "lookin' good!" or "keep goin, you're doing great!" said just a few times a day can make an infinite amount of difference in the life of someone taking on something so drawn out and difficult as losing weight.
I just wish that the men in our lives would realize this. I mean, I feel reall ripped off right now!.. I helped him end a lifelong battle with alcoholism and he's gotten his license back, he has taken care of all his warrants and is rebuilding his life, According to him, he's done this because of me. Because I was there and constantly told him he could do it. Because he had me to hang whith instead of his drinking buddies. I was apparently his refuge from all of that. It gives me a great sense of satisfaction to see him finally pulling it together and knowing that I was able to aid in bringing about a positive change in somebody's life.
My question is.. where the heck is he now when I need him to help me do this? Any men out there wanna feild that one?
