I've always been big. No, big isn't the right word. Even just 'fat' isn't good enough. I'm so overweight that I am considered morbidly obese. As things are now, I'm dying. It may not seem like it, but my body is dying. How can you expect a body to live with the weight of another entire person on it?
I get tired going up even a short flight of stairs. Running? I don't run, I wiggle and jiggle my fat butt a few feet and then stop, out of breath and a stitch in my side. I get migraines regularly because all my extra fat holds extra estrogen. I'm only 22 and I'm already at a major increase of having a stroke.
I have trouble fitting clothes that aren't from a specialty store. I have broken down crying more than once when I try to find new clothes. My feet hurt from standing with all this weight on them. Towards the end of the day, I waddle when I walk because y feet and knees hurt. It's cute when a penguin does it, it's not cute when I do it.
So I've decided to stop dying and start a diet. No, again that's the wrong word. It's not a diet, it's a new lifestyle, it's a new chance at life.
I was referred to a nutritionist and saw her for the first time about a week and a half ago now.
I was weighed in at 293 lbs at 5'8". That's a BMI (what is BMI?) OF 44.5. Obese class III, morbidly obese.
My instructions are simple: follow the Canadian food guide, eat less fats and oils. Eat multi grains. Keep your blood sugar level up by snacking between meals. Keep calories between 1400-1600 a day. Get out and walk. So simple, and yet not so simple that I hadn't been doing it yet.
So it's a week and a half in. I'm already down 8lbs and still going strong on my new lifestyle. But I also have to realize, it's only a week and a half! I have a very long way to go. I'm trying to get out and walk. I am going to try the cough to 5 k program (what's couch to 5k?) but in my own way and a lot slower pace, but I'll get out and work my fat @$$ off, literally.
My goal weight is 165lbs. At a nice, slow and healthy weight loss of about 2lbs a week, I will lose the weight by July 1, 2012. That's 421 days, about 62 weeks. In less than 1 year and a half, I will be a completely new me. Or a new half of me :)
I'm not sure how well I'll keep up with this blog but I'll try. Maybe this will help me feel accountable, even if no one reads it. Maybe this will be a place to vent about my frustrations.
Whatever happens with this blog, let's hope I can change my life and stop dying.
