Sunday, March 31, 2013

Why?

Why no pills, shakes, points or programmes? Because, quite simply, they don't work. Not long term. Plus I've "been there and done that", for the most part.

When I was about 22  years old, my local GP was concerned about my weight. I knew I was overweight but, from memory, I was a size 18 and looked pretty good for a 'big' girl. LOL if he could see me now!!!! I would nearly kill to be a size 18 again!!! Anyways, he felt that prescription diet pills were the answer. The type of pills that are based on amphetamines and reduce your appetite. I was on them for six weeks before I had my first appointment to check on my progress. Surprisingly, I hadn't lost any weight. He was astounded. I had been eating less as the pills had reduced my appetite, however it wasn't showing on the scales. After much discussion he accused me of lying about what I had been eating and dubiously questioned me as to whether I had been eating in my sleep. Needless to say I didn't appreciate his bedside manner and promptly found a new GP.

The scales tipped over the 100kg mark when I was about 23 years old. I was wearing a size 20 to 22. I was getting married and so I joined Weight Watchers. Like any bride to be, I wanted to look good on my wedding day and, more importantly, in my wedding photos. I lost about 14kg before I started to self sabotage. Previously, I had only ever lost up to 10kg on any diet before the self sabotage set in. Breaking that 10kg barrier was a success. I weighed 101kg (my goal had been to get under 100kg) on the day of my wedding and was wearing a size 18 wedding dress which had been taken in and altered. Despite not being a svelte size 10, I looked good and our photos were beautiful.


I was married. I had already started to self sabotage. It was fairly easy to simply stop attending the Weight Watchers meetings and stop counting points and weighing absolutely everything I put into my mouth. Naturally the weight crept back on, plus some.

After we had been married for a year or two, my weight gain started to become uncomfortable and I joined Jenny Craig. At my first consultation my ideal body weight was calculated as 53kg. At that time I weighed at least double that. I now know I would have been seriously underweight if I had ever reached 53kg. At 168cm tall, and weighing 53kg, my Body Mass Index (BMI) would be 18.8 which would just about put me in the '18' category of "you are very underweight and possibly malnourished". I'm sorry, but what the??? Even though I wasn't aware of the BMI in those days, the mere thought of being 53kg was unsettling. I was never going to be a size 10 to 12. I am big boned and built for strength, not speed! LOL! Despite my misgivings, I started their programme. I don't remember how much weight I lost but I certainly never reached 53kg LOL! Nowhere near that!!! Over time, the expense became prohibitive and I stopped buying the food and seeing my consultant. Of course I regained the weight I had lost whilst on Jenny Craig and the weight gain steadily continued.

Not long after regaining all that weight, my biological time clock started ticking over. I wanted to start our family. I knew I had Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), and although I didn't know it caused weight gain, I knew it would impede my chances of falling pregnant. I also knew I was an unhealthy weight to be pregnant. Where on earth was I going to buy maternity clothes? I desperately needed to lose weight and so asked my GP at that time to refer me to a nutritionist, an actual doctor who specialises in weight loss. I figured that surely they'd be able to help me. Right? Wrong. All the nutritionist did was successfully crush my already flagging spirits by telling me I "was too far gone" and that "the only thing left for me was to go on a Very Low Calorie Diet (VLCD) and replace my meals with OptiFast". At that time OptiFast only came in the form of chocolate or vanilla shakes. Crushed, I went to the chemist and purchased a $100 packet of vanilla shake sachets and a $100 packet of chocolate shake sachets. I tried the shakes, after all we had just invested $200 in them, but they were hideous in taste and texture and did nothing to satisfy my hunger. I had already been skeptical of getting by on only two flavours of shakes but had thought if they tasted okay I could at least give it a go. That wasn't to be and, sadly, many years later when we sold our home and were packing to move, I found those boxes of shakes shoved in the back of a rarely used kitchen cupboard, and lamented not only the waste of $200 but the sign of yet another failed weight loss attempt.

The above is only but a few of my experiences with pills, shakes, points and programmes. LOL I haven't even touched on the multitude of diets I tried over the years. If we gauge weight loss success by permanent, long term weight loss, I was an abject failure. However, every time I tried to lose weight, I learned something about weight loss, nutrition and exercise. Although I eventually maxed out at 155kg, all of my previous weight loss experiences had set me up with the skills and knowledge I needed to turn my life around and lose the weight healthily, and permanently.

Alz
:)

Thursday, March 28, 2013

This is me

I was born chubby in 1968, to a chubby mum and a giant of a father, ripe and ready for the fad and fast foods of the 1970s.


There is a lot of debate about genetics versus diet and lifestyle when it comes to the state of one's chubbiness. I don't know if there is a chubby gene in my family. There may be. I can remember my father going through a chubby phase and my grandmother and uncle were most certainly on the chubby side. Although my mum's side of the family were known for "the Chadwick curse" (most of the Chadwick women had heavy thighs and bottoms), my aunts were slim. My mum was not. From as young as I can remember my mum has always been chubby. It's only in her later years that she has 'shrunk'. With age I think.

So what does a chubby baby with (potentially?) chubby genes and chubby parents become? A chubby toddler. A grumpy, chubby toddler. LOL, in every photo of me as a toddler, I seem grumpy. I'm not smiling in any of them. I've no idea why.


I digress. Sorry. I do that.

I have four brothers, none of whom were particularly chubby growing up. In fact one of my brothers, who was born very premature, was skinny. I mean the type of skinny where you could count the bones in his back skinny.


Today, two of my brothers are obese, one morbidly so. One has had chubby periods throughout his adult life but for the most part has maintained a healthy weight with the help of his wife, work and active lifestyle. My remaining brother has always maintained a healthy weight. Both of my obese brothers, are obese because of their diets and lifestyles. So unless the chubby gene runs only in the women in my family, I suspect my lifelong weight problems have not been the direct result of an inherited chubby gene.

So what happened to that grumpy, chubby toddler? Environment and life experiences moulded her into a young woman with low self esteem and a distorted self body image. A young woman who was fit, active and a healthy weight. A young woman with undiagnosed mental illnesses who eventually followed a life of self destruction. A young woman who despite being rescued by a knight in shining armour went on to gain weight. A lot of weight. A young woman who over time, on a number of occasions lost a lot of weight only to regain more. A young woman who eventually, one day, woke up to find she was middle aged and killing herself.


I'm the brunette on the right (clearly!). It is the winter of 2012 and I'm sick, unhappy and unhealthy. I'm unfit. I'm not even at my heaviest weight in this photo. At my heaviest (before my MS diagnosis) I weighed in at 155kg. I can't (not won't) show you a photo of me at 155kg because, quite simply, there isn't one.

Fast forward nine months to March 2013 and this is me now ..


I'm still very, very big. I'm still 'sick'. But I'm happier. Healthier. I'm fitter and stronger. I feel like a young woman again, albeit in a middle aged woman's body. I'm taking care of myself, of my health. I'm the lightest (122.4kg) I've been in a very, very, long time. I've taken the first of many, many steps on quite possibly what is one of the toughest journeys of my life. I look forward to sharing this journey with you. Where will it take me? Where will I end up? What will my life be like? I don't know, but I am confident I am finally heading in the right direction.

Alz
:)