I’ve been overweight for as long as I can remember. My Mom tells me stories of how when I was really little, she could barely find underwear to fit me because it was all too big. Unfortunately, at nearly 46 years old, I’ve got the opposite problem. I’m tired of struggling to find clothes big enough to fit and yet be comfortable, fashionable, and fun.
My health has suffered because of my weight. From middle school to my junior year in high school, I saw a pediatric endocrinologist, who was convinced that I had an issue with my thyroid, but could never get blood tests to reveal numbers to confirm her suspicions. I’m on blood pressure medicine. Have been for years. My hormones are out of whack because of the extra weight and the havoc that wreaks on estrogen production. I suffered from uncontrollable menstrual cycles that would be 28 days a month, and became so anemic from loss of blood that I had to make the decision that I would forego the chance to have biological children and undergo an endometrial ablation to prevent the need for a full blood transfusion. Last year, I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. Enough is enough.
I’m beginning a journey for the life I deserve. For the life my husband and I want together. One where I’m not held back because of physical limitations or my own warped sense of not fitting in because I literally don’t fit. I’m going into this totally aware that it took this long to get to the point I am today, and that my success won’t happen overnight, but I don’t want it to take another 46 years either. Join me through the highs, lows, and all points in between. I am far from an expert, but 8 plan to learn plenty on this journey.