Let’s travel back in time to the summer of 2009. My son had graduated from college in May and we had been busy moving him in to his first place in Chicago.
Which, by the way, is FIVE hours away.
Anyway, when the hot days of August became the cool days of September, I began to realize that I was alone. Not literally alone. I had my husband, my dog, my parents, my friends, my co-workers.
Figuratively alone. My children were gone. My daughter had graduated 4 years earlier and we completed the same rite of passage with her. Finding and moving her in to her first place. Purchasing cookie sheets, margarita glasses and a pink Dustbuster.
Not only was I alone, I was a wreck. Mentally and physically.
I was over-weight by about 40 lbs. I had high blood-pressure that sometimes made me feel like the top of my head was going to pop off. I had fire-breathing acid-reflux…and my feet hurt so bad that at night I would lie in bed and pray for sleep to come.
So that fall…after school started…I began a secret “let’s get healthy” program that I made up as I went along. It was a secret because I didn’t dare tell anyone just in case I was a big, fat failure. I began by walking my dog every day after school. I found a pair of wide width walking shoes at Kohl’s and each week I added another block to my walk.
I also began to count calories. Not fat grams and not carbs. Just calories. I gathered my courage and stepped on the scale. I knew it was bad but I wasn’t prepared for the number to be quite as high as it was. I had my work cut out for me.
That fall I lost 15 lbs. Not nearly what I needed to lose but a start. I have yo-yo dieted pretty much my whole life. I’d lose 15 lbs. and then gain 20. I was never able to keep the weight off.
My life was one big guilt trip.
Every time I would eat something “bad” I would feel guilty. That began to take its toll and I wanted to be rid of it all.
The weight. The guilt. The fat clothes. The wide width shoes.
During 2010 I lost another 25 lbs. It was slow and torturous. By the time school started in the fall of 2010 I had dropped 40 lbs. and 3 sizes. My blood pressure was under control. My acid-reflux was gone…and the very best thing of all was that my feet no longer hurt.
It was a miracle. No pain at all.
But I wasn’t finished. The first step was losing the weight. The second step was keeping it off.
Something I had never been able to do.
What I discovered is that my eating habits had changed. In addition to that my grocery shopping list had changed as well. I just didn’t buy the bad stuff. If it wasn’t in the house, I couldn’t eat it. I drank more water and continued to walk.
3 years later I still feel great. I weigh myself regularly to keep myself in line. If I see a few extra lbs. on the scale I start counting calories and re-gain control.
I never thought, in a million years, that I could lose the weight let alone keep it off. I mean it when I say that if I can do it, anyone can do it.
If you have a weight loss story and feel comfortable sharing…please leave me a comment. I’ll take all the motivation I can get!