My story is long but so is the journey Im starting so stick with me.
I seem to have been on or tried every diet, lifestyle change and healthy eating plan known to man or woman at some point in my adult life. Some sucessful some not.
I have always been overweight or at very least larger than everyone else around me and very aware of it. I had the name calling at school and have had the 'when is your baby due?' question on more occasions than I would like to admit but always told myself it didnt bother me, that I was happy with myself no matter what size I was. Well no, Im actually not. Apart from having to buy larger clothes and ignoring any comments, i have never really taken being overweight as seriously as I should have. I have been lucky enough to avoid any weight related conditions like high blood pressure, diabetes etc. However, I have recently started to question 'When is my luck going to run out??????'
My recent weightloss history goes back about 5 years. I met my amazingly patient other half 6 years ago and we decided pretty early on to try for a baby. I have already been blessed with 14 year old twins and he loves them as if they were his own but he has always said he would love a child with me. After a year of trying with no results I asked my doctor for some advice. Followed a diagnosis of PCOS and a referral for fertility advice. Well this is where it all changed for me. I turned up to our appointment with a glimmer of hope and left twenty minutes later embarassed and ashamed of myself. Before we even got to see anyone, I had the usual health questionaire. Drink? No, Smoke? No. Height, 5.10, all looking good until ..... Weight ............ the scales wouldnt even work because I was so heavy. The nurse was so sweet and told me not to worry and have a seat. My OH was at this point not aware of what I had just experienced and still had a hopeful smile. 2 minutes later I was called alone into to be told that I would not be seeing a doctor today as they would not be able to consider any help for us at the weight I was which was somewhere over 25 stones. I left in a wave of shame a determination to do something about my weight.
The next morning my gp confirmed my weight had reached a disasterous 27 stones. My heaviest ever. She questioned if I had ever considered weight loss surgery and referred me to a consultant. I waited a couple of months and just before my 33rd birthday i finally had my appointment. Sitting in the waiting room surrounded by other larger people I started to feel hope that I could finally be on the road to successful weight loss. I left feeling hopeful and for once my weight was in my favour. Because of my size I would qualify to go on the waiting list for a gastric band or bypass. I was given a target of a 5% weight loss with the help of a dietician and weight loss group once a month for 6 months. The first 4 months I had no lossess so decided to seek outside help in the form of my local Slimming Would Group. From the first weeks 11 lbs loss I could feel the benefit. By my next appointment I was so hopeful that this was it, I would be on the waiting list, my surgery was just around the corner. I had actually lost 10%, double what was expected of me. Well thats not what happened, my consultant was so impressed she said to keep going and review again in 6 months. Well ok i thought! I can actually do this with SW. And on I went, in the first 6 months I lost 5 st. Again my consultant was so impressed she said I should carry on rather than going through invasive surgery and I actually agreed. That looking back was the worst decision I could have made.
My weight slowly started to creep back up and I developed gallstones. Before my gallstone surgery a year ago I weighed in at 25 stone, still 3 stone less than my heaviest I told myself. After my op I found that I could finally eat what a liked without the pain of my gallstones and thats exactly what I did.
I have since started to remember the familiar back and knee pain, tightness of clothes lack of willingness to do anything but get up and go to work, come home and collapse on the sofa. So my turn around came about 3 weeks ago, I went to my out of hours doctor for an unrelated problem and bumped into an old collegue and my current doctors nurse practitioner. She has been the first person to actually come out and say 'You need to do something and do it now!!!!'.
This has played on my mind for a couple of weeks and I have decided enough!!!!!!!! Will I go back to SW? No, because If I have to make a decision about food, 99% of the time seems to be the wrong decision. So, I have now decided to take a break from food and wrong decisions that lead to regaining all my weight
As I was dropping my daughter to an activity a couple of weeks ago I saw an advert in a car window of another mum for Cambridge Diet, last week I practially chased this woman down the street to ask about it. If I had carried on looking at the window thinking I would phone, it would probably never have happened. So now is better than never.
On Tuesday 8th April 2014 I went to see Nicki my CDC for my first appointment. I was weighed and have now reached my heaviest ever 28st 3lbs. Well I can now say, no shout, NEVER AGAIN.
My first week wasnt easy, the porridge was vile but the shakes were ok. I finally have a schedule on how to drink 3 litres of water a day and not be up peeing all night. Yesterday I went for my first weigh in and to say both myself and my cdc were gobsmacked with the result is an understatement. I lost 21lbs YES you read correctly 21lbs in my first week. I left floating on a cloud, and can feel a hope and determination that I havent felt in a long time. Imgradually going to try other products but for now Im enjoying the ready made chocolate shakes. Im following Cambridge Weight Plan - Sole Source and an taking every day as it comes. I hope to no longer feel ashamed of my weight or size.
I wish myself good luck xxxx