Thanks to a little app called Lose It! the secret about Shel and I losing weight has hit the mainstream. Lose it posts our exercise, and weight loss (as in pounds, not starting weight or anything) of facebook and Twitter, as well as does some REALLY neat other things. (sending weekly reports of our progress, has a friends list where we can support our buddies, and even lets you earn badges!)
The need to lose weight wasn’t really the worlds best kept secret. When we went to Blue Sky MD for our initial consultation, I stepped on the scale and watched the numbers climb. and climb. AND climb! I was literally at the heaviest I had EVER been in my life.
But it didn’t end there. The scale we use to weigh in also did a Body Composition Analysis. Going into this, I had NO idea what that was, but figured it would probably be cool to do. That scale, that Analysis? The results told me that my totally body fat was 54%! For those of you mathematically challenged like I am… More then half of my body was made up of FAT!
289 Lbs. 54% body fat. Those numbers haunted me. I come from a “big” family. I have relatives who have struggled with weight loss their entire life. I grew up in a small community in a “remote” part of Canada, and I can remember walking through the front door of Junior high one day and finding this boy cracking up laughing at something. I asked him what was so funny, and he said “I’m watching that fat guy try to get into his car”. I looked, and “That… guy” was my dad. I remember telling that kid off like only a preachers kid could (and be able to deny later on… I’d NEVER say those words!)
My whole life, I remember my dad struggling to find cars, clothes, furniture that were the right size for him. He always took it in stride. I’d see him get frustrated with himself, but he always put on a brave face for others. I remember him telling me about meeting one of his idols and saying “I’m your biggest fan” and then chuckling the way he did. Never once did I look at my dad and feel embarrassed or ashamed. He was was a man who had the biggest heart known to man, and the rest of him just matched that. I know that as much of a brave face as he put on, the genes he lived with are ones he wished could have skipped past my brother and I. My dad passed away in October, and there are days, especially since we started this weight loss program that I wish he was here to see and hear how we’re doing.
It may surprise some of you to know that I haven’t always been this size. In fact up until my early 20’s, I was probably a little on the unhealthy side of skinny. People who knew my family would comment on my eating habits, saying “It’ll catch up to you” and other such INSPIRING things.
After I had my son, things started… growing. I’m not one of those mom’s who just couldn’t lose the baby weight. In fact, when I walked out of the hospital, I left wearing clothes I had worn before getting pregnant. But then the late night wake ups started, and while I was up feeding my son, I’d grab a snack, or I’d be up long enough that I could tell myself it was close enough to breakfast time to go ahead and eat that leftover pizza (4 years of night shifts will do strange things to your pallet).
I knew I was gaining, and I don’t know if I just figured it was a phase I’d grow out of, of if it was something I could easily change afterwards.
However it was that I reasoned it, I was wrong.
My son turns 9 next week. I think about all the things my dad didn’t get to do with us because he just couldn’t do it, and that’s not what I want it to be like for me. I want to go to the movies and sit in ONE seat. I want to go through a turnstile without having to turn sideways. I want to get on a plane and not have the person sitting next to me scan for empty seats before being resigned to having to sit next to me. I want to go and run around with my boys in a field, or be able to keep up with them without being winded, or having to sit down.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not all selflessly done for my family. I want to look good. Like I used to look. I want to make my family – (related, in law-ed, extended) proud when they introduce me to others. I want to be introduced to someone new, and not have my too-tight clothes or flushed clammy face to be the thing they remember about me. I want my husband to smile and look at me the way he did when we were just kids, stupid in love. (Again… don’t get me wrong… he still smiles at me… but perception… you know how it is).
Hubby and I went to Florida in March for a work event. People frolicked at the beach. People wandering everywhere in their bathing suits. We didn’t do any of that. We just weren’t comfortable. We came home disappointed with ourselves, and anxious for a change.
But where to start? Atkins, Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, Nutra System. There are so many things out there, and to other people, they’re probably great! They weren’t for us.
We did some work with the 94.1 The Fish, and heard Doug’s incredible story of weight loss. 50 lbs, 10 weeks. Those were words we’d heard before. The promise land of weight loss. But then we started doing some research. Doug was using the Blue Sky MD program, and it really was working. Not just in one of those “Results not Typical” cases like you see on the commercials for other weight loss programs, but as in typical, anybody can do it, loss.
We talked to Blue Sky, and set up an appointment for the 2nd week in April.
Our first appointment was the one I talked about above, with the uncomfortable truth about just how out of control our bodies had become. There was blood work, another telling factor you just can’t deny. Measuring tapes, EKG’s, Blood preasure cuffs, Meeting with Nurse Practitioners, Nutritionists, everyone telling us the same message. It’s hard work, but it can be done. And in my case, it needed to be done.
Every week we go to our appointment, and step on that blasted scale. and every week I already know what the number’s going to be, because I’ve stepped on my own home scale about 40 times a day. But… you know what? That number is going down.
I was eating, if I were to guess, between 2 and 3 THOUSAND calories a day. The first week, my calorie intake was cut down to 500. That’s a HUGE drop. And it paid off. I went in for my weigh in at the end of the first week, and I was down 11 pounds! I’m pretty proud of that. Then the second week, down 5or 6. Nothing to sneeze at, but not the same results I saw that first week.
I got disheartened. I wanted to lose it faster, I missed certian foods, I … well.. you name the excuse, and I had it the next couple weeks. Work was nuts. Stress had taken my mind off of what I was supposed to be doing. I went to an average of 5 pounds a week, and then for 2 weeks, I lost 3 pounds… that was it… only 3. I was heart broken.
It may have been just the kick in the butt I needed, because this week, I did it all by the book. The journalling, the measuring my food.. all of it. And you know what? I’m down more then 8 lbs this week!! At tomorrow’s weigh in, I will have lost at least 29lbs since starting the program.
How awesome is THAT??