I hit 100lbs down! WOO!
I started off my journey at 355 lbs. I had been eating badly for some time, and noticed a weird mark on my neck. Like dirt that wouldn't come off. After looking it up, it looked like it was a warning shot that I would get diabetes. I don't have a family doctor, so I had no way of checking if I was pre-diabetic, full diabetic, or what have you.
I also was just starting to have trouble being flexible. So putting on shoes was hard, showering was starting to get a little hard, and even (TMI) cleaning up after using the bathroom was hard.
Reasonably frightened by the idea of diabetes (I'm terrified of needles) and not wanting to struggle to take care of myself, I started to work on my weight. It wasn't hard to start simple. I just started eating a smaller portion of what I already ate. Not that hard. Within a month I was down a few pounds and feeling like I was going in the right direction.
So I decided to look into a gym membership. I asked my cousin, who is a personal trainer. She decided to send me to crossfit. It was not for me, but I did end up working out with the crossfit people for a few months to try it out. OW. When that didn't pan out, I just hired a personal trainer. I ended up with two different ones, that were both awesome. After I was done with that, I was seven months in, and around 300lbs. I was pumped. I could move again, and that mark on my neck had vanished. Figuring I was safe now, I continued with my plan.
But soon COVID happened, and I couldn't go to the gym anymore because I was both laid off and not allowed in the gym. Thought I'd managed to get down another 10lbs to 290, I was now stuck and very sad. I'd loved my coworkers and had been paid well. I worried I wouldn't find another place like it with similar pay. My weight loss bounced around for a bit, both up and down. I started eating poorly again, but not nearly as much as before. I maintained my weight.
A few months later I got another job. The job, I loved, but there were all sorts of things that caused me stress and anxiety, not to mention just general discomfort. As much as I loved some parts, I ended up a ball of anxiety, and when I'm anxious, I eat. So I ate. Don't fear though, friendly readers, for no reason at all my weight continued to go down. I could eat whatever I wanted and my weight just kept dropping. I was also exhausted all the time, and often slept a few hours after getting home before I could even function. Suspicious? Yes. But again, I didn't have a doctor to talk to. I asked a few people and they assumed that I was either walking a lot more (I was, in fairness, walking a lot in my job) or miscalculating my calories (I was not miscalculating my calories). My weight dropped like it had before without any effort, and I sailed down to a lovely 275 before I finally was able to talk to a doctor.
It was about something not even related to my weight loss, but as I am still a big woman and hadn't gotten my yearly blood test done in two years at this point, he decided to check. On the way home I was super upset with my life and stopped to buy my favourite ice cream and a buttertart. This combo was guaranteed to make me feel better, and I had improved on eating enough that I no longer binged on food. The ice cream would likely last a week. Much better than the couple hours it used to last.
Then the doctor called. He asked if I'd ever been told I was diabetic. "Nope." We'd like you do come in for another test in a couple days, because your A1C is 19. "Shit." I guess I wouldn't be eating that ice cream or buttertart. I dumped both into the garbage and silently freaked out over an A1C of 19. As one new co-worker would say later, it was like I was going for a high score. Sure enough, I had the diabetes. *Shocked pikachu face*
I immediately had an issue since I have trouble with a bunch of different foods and so have a fairly limited list of things I can eat. I only eat fowl for meat, so chicken and turkey, and I love a decent amount of vegetables, but carbs and potatoes were my bread and butter. Also bread and butter were my bread and butter.
So immediately after my diagnoses I worked on getting my blood sugar back to normal. I only eat chicken and vegetables for the most part, and my weight dropped twenty pounds since I started yet another new job that has both an awesome environment and awesome work. My A1C hasn't been checked recently, but according to all my tests it should be somewhere in the 6-7 range (not great, but a hell of a lot better than 19).
I hit my 100 yesterday. I'm so excited. I still have about another 100 to lose, but so far I don't have any extra skin. I did take the slow approach to weight loss, so I guess that makes sense. I am pretty flexible now, and just waiting for things to settle down and stop going into lockdown before I sign up for the gym again.
Thanks for reading! I'm just pleased as punch to have made it this far, and as a PSA -- if you at any point start losing weight for no good reason, see a Doctor. It's likely not good.
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