Almost everyone has a story about overweight. Real weight-gain. Real weight-loss. Real struggle. Real Success. Real joy. Real
diet discoveries from "Cave Woman Diet" to "Birdseed Diet" to "Cabbage Diet" to "Peanut Diet."
The real people who fight overweight everyday with every trick of the
trade. How they gained and how they succeed to lose and keep weight off.
From some we learn good
tips. The tips that may suit you. May work for you. Some of these may sound like our own stories. Here's one of them.
Helen's Overweight Story
I'm
a twin, so I was only 4 pounds 13 ounces at birth. I weighed the
"normal" amount for kids my age until I got into fourth grade. My
parents
divorced that year, and
well, let's just say you can guess what happened next. Emotional eating.
I was chubby from then on. I weighed 152 pounds at my
high school
graduation. Did I mention I'm 5 feet on a good day? And that the other
girls in my graduating class weighed 100 pounds soaking wet?
When
I went to college, things got worse. I was away from home for the first
time, worried about events happening at home, and became a bit
reclusive for a while. To comfort myself, I ate...and ate. Finally,
after my sophomore year of college, I had a wake-up-call. Trust me,
being the only 20 year old who doesn't wear jeans will do that for you. I
saw a doctor, took the half of Phen-Fen that doesn't cause
heart attacks,
and lost a lot of weight really quickly. The problem was, I was nearly
starving myself. I'd eat eggs for breakfast and dinner (or egg whites)
and a piece of chicken with ½ can of green beans for lunch. If I ate
more, I gained weight.
Eventually I went off
the diet.
Somehow, with exercise, I managed to keep the weight off for three
years...three glorious years, where I wore tank tops (Did I mention I
had a breast reduction at the age of 20? I went from a 42F to a
38B-imagine the freedom) for the first time in my life. I even wore a
bikini. Then I got married and gained 15 pounds. Then I got pregnant and
gained 60 more. Needless to say, it didn't all come off. I've tried
over the years-I've tried hard. But eventually I've given up, after
gaining a few pounds and throwing in the towel, declaring myself a
failure again.
At this date, after birthing two beautiful
children, I'm 48 pounds heavier than I was when I got married. And I
want it off...and more. I don't want to be skin and bones. I don't even
need to wear a single-digit size. But I do want to be able to walk into a
restaurant with my kids and NOT wonder if I'm being judged if I (gasp!)
order a milkshake.
So there's my story in a nutshell. I'm going to
lose the weight
this time, perhaps following the same as did before. I have to. For me.
For my kids. For my marriage. I'm happier when I'm at a healthy weight.
I'm more self-confident, more likely to take adventures. It's time for
me. Is it time for you?