MarianH
Full Member
So, I am a veteran of SW... and low GL... and WW... and low carb... and detox... and Gillain McKeith... and calorie counting... and (which worked very well for me at 18) the black coffee and fags diet.
I first lost a lot of weight with SW at 20 when I had my daughter. I went from 16st to 10st 10lbs over about 2 years.
If I'm honest, I never got over my binge mentality and as soon as I became complacent, it started to creep. Stopping smoking and a stressful change of home, place and job, has seen me put all the weight back on. Since I had my son, I have yo-yoed anywhere between 15.7st and 12.7st, never getting below that.
I have returned to SW after a very stressful couple of years - my daughter has cancer (leukaemia) which takes 2.5 years to treat; she still has 10 months to go - and I have piled weight back on, gaining 3st to take me right back up to my starting weight of 15.4lbs.
There's a few reasons why I need to do this. I am sick of feeling ugly and less worthy than other people because I am big. I am sick of being judged or left out of things because I am big. I am scared that if my joints get much worse, and my fitness doesn't improve, in a couple of years I will be immobile (I am 33). Finally, and a nice reason, we are taking the children on a holiday of a lifetime to Disney next august to celebrate daughter finishing treatment and I do not want to be massive for that. The heat here is hard enough to cope with, especially when wearing 'cover up' clothing. I want some freedom back.
The downside of losing weight (and the reason I think I often sabotage myself) is I know that I will need some serious surgery to sort my skin out afterwards. This is a bit depressing as I would like to be one of those people who loses weight and looks fabulous, not someone who has to roll their stomach up to tuck it in their pants. (or arm skin, or thigh skin, or even - and this really bothering me now - chin skin)
I went to the gym in my hometown last night with my Mum. The last time I went there was just before I got married, six years ago. I still have a clear visual image of what I looked like then (they have a lovely mirrored wall :sigh
and I was really horrified at how I looked yesterday.
I rejoined on Saturday. Wish me luck beating the demons.
I first lost a lot of weight with SW at 20 when I had my daughter. I went from 16st to 10st 10lbs over about 2 years.
If I'm honest, I never got over my binge mentality and as soon as I became complacent, it started to creep. Stopping smoking and a stressful change of home, place and job, has seen me put all the weight back on. Since I had my son, I have yo-yoed anywhere between 15.7st and 12.7st, never getting below that.
I have returned to SW after a very stressful couple of years - my daughter has cancer (leukaemia) which takes 2.5 years to treat; she still has 10 months to go - and I have piled weight back on, gaining 3st to take me right back up to my starting weight of 15.4lbs.
There's a few reasons why I need to do this. I am sick of feeling ugly and less worthy than other people because I am big. I am sick of being judged or left out of things because I am big. I am scared that if my joints get much worse, and my fitness doesn't improve, in a couple of years I will be immobile (I am 33). Finally, and a nice reason, we are taking the children on a holiday of a lifetime to Disney next august to celebrate daughter finishing treatment and I do not want to be massive for that. The heat here is hard enough to cope with, especially when wearing 'cover up' clothing. I want some freedom back.
The downside of losing weight (and the reason I think I often sabotage myself) is I know that I will need some serious surgery to sort my skin out afterwards. This is a bit depressing as I would like to be one of those people who loses weight and looks fabulous, not someone who has to roll their stomach up to tuck it in their pants. (or arm skin, or thigh skin, or even - and this really bothering me now - chin skin)
I went to the gym in my hometown last night with my Mum. The last time I went there was just before I got married, six years ago. I still have a clear visual image of what I looked like then (they have a lovely mirrored wall :sigh
I rejoined on Saturday. Wish me luck beating the demons.