Originally Posted by sewred

thank you i just get so depressed when it comes to my weight and eating. Just last night my mom told me " You know you need to lose weight, you're gonna have a heart attack ! " " With Buddy's (hubby) diabetes and you're being heavy there won't be anybody around for your girls !" "you worry me to death!" That sucked big time and made me so depressed and sad!

Originally Posted by Lefty1062

Good morning all. Just checking in. I have lost 9lbs so far this month! This week I added taking my dog for a walk for about a mile everyday. Holy smokes I am out of shape big time! I can really feel how my extra weight is taking antoll on me. But I am sure it will get easier as I go. Have a great day!
Melodie

Originally Posted by Gwyn

When I was 8 years old the family doctor read me the riot act about being over weight and the new 'diet' I was going to have to stick too. In front of a room full of people. I was so mortified I didn't speak for nearly 2 days. From then on, and to this day, I dread the doctor!. I'm always afraid they will want to talk weight. One time my father said he had met someone who had become interested with how little food she could get by on. She had lost a terrific amount of weight and looked really go , he said. I avoided meeting my dad on campus for nearly 2 months because I thought he was going to introduce me to this girl in front of a lot of people.

Anyway, 'How little she could get by on' started me thinking and before I knew it, I was eating these little tiny meals like, a single soda cracker and a piece of lettuce and calling it 'lunch' I stopped eating lunch and breakfast completely and started exercising and riding my bike like crazy. If I ate, I threw up by sticking a fork handle down my throat. This behavior has continued for so many years (at least 40) that now I have fewer than 10 teeth. My metabulish is so slow, 5-800 calories a day lets me gain weight. My back, knees, shoulders, and finger joints show signs of advanced age. My body thinks it is 67 but I'm 55.
I told my mother all of this this past week. She didn't know how deeply I had been affected by things like the doctor and his approach to shaming me into submission. If a scale is where I can use it, whether or not I can eat will be determined by the number on the scale. I hate food and I hate eating. If they had a drink or apill I could swallow and get all I needed, I would. Never eating again would be great! But...
Not eating is not okay. Hating food is not okay. Being angry is really not okay. So...
I am learning to like food again. I love tea time. I like making a plate look pretty and I am learning to enjoy the flavors. It takes work but you and I can come to terms with this.

Since arriving at my mother's home 2.5 weeks ago, I have enjoyed the pleasure of black bread with tuna, rye bread with ham and swiss cheese, a wonderful pot roast without potatoes, but asparagus instead. I've learned how to be able to have a piece of pie or cake on a birthday and not send my blood sugars into outer space. And I have learned the joy of helping another person develop a better relationship with food.

I'm not healthy yet, but I'm lots closer than 3 weeks ago. I've been living in the controlled environment of my mother's home and not at home with my family which has made things lots easier. I finally feel like I'm in control of my eating and that I can change the coarse of my life, if I want too.

Thanks to all of you who support me here. I will need your help, love and prayers as I return to my home and family. Slipping back into old habits is simply not an option.

Originally Posted by Gwyn

When I was 8 years old the family doctor read me the riot act about being over weight and the new 'diet' I was going to have to stick too. In front of a room full of people. I was so mortified I didn't speak for nearly 2 days. From then on, and to this day, I dread the doctor!. I'm always afraid they will want to talk weight. One time my father said he had met someone who had become interested with how little food she could get by on. She had lost a terrific amount of weight and looked really go , he said. I avoided meeting my dad on campus for nearly 2 months because I thought he was going to introduce me to this girl in front of a lot of people.

Anyway, 'How little she could get by on' started me thinking and before I knew it, I was eating these little tiny meals like, a single soda cracker and a piece of lettuce and calling it 'lunch' I stopped eating lunch and breakfast completely and started exercising and riding my bike like crazy. If I ate, I threw up by sticking a fork handle down my throat. This behavior has continued for so many years (at least 40) that now I have fewer than 10 teeth. My metabulish is so slow, 5-800 calories a day lets me gain weight. My back, knees, shoulders, and finger joints show signs of advanced age. My body thinks it is 67 but I'm 55.
I told my mother all of this this past week. She didn't know how deeply I had been affected by things like the doctor and his approach to shaming me into submission. If a scale is where I can use it, whether or not I can eat will be determined by the number on the scale. I hate food and I hate eating. If they had a drink or apill I could swallow and get all I needed, I would. Never eating again would be great! But...
Not eating is not okay. Hating food is not okay. Being angry is really not okay. So...
I am learning to like food again. I love tea time. I like making a plate look pretty and I am learning to enjoy the flavors. It takes work but you and I can come to terms with this.

Since arriving at my mother's home 2.5 weeks ago, I have enjoyed the pleasure of black bread with tuna, rye bread with ham and swiss cheese, a wonderful pot roast without potatoes, but asparagus instead. I've learned how to be able to have a piece of pie or cake on a birthday and not send my blood sugars into outer space. And I have learned the joy of helping another person develop a better relationship with food.

I'm not healthy yet, but I'm lots closer than 3 weeks ago. I've been living in the controlled environment of my mother's home and not at home with my family which has made things lots easier. I finally feel like I'm in control of my eating and that I can change the coarse of my life, if I want too.

Thanks to all of you who support me here. I will need your help, love and prayers as I return to my home and family. Slipping back into old habits is simply not an option.

Originally Posted by dgrindey

I checked in with WW today and guess what------I LOST 5.5 LBS. JUST THIS LAST WEEK. YAY!!!!! I am so excited about this. I know it won't be 5 lbs every week but I needed a good loss to get me going again after last month. My yoga class is going well and I love it. However, at my age, I am a little sore but it is good for my fybromyalgia since it attacks the muscles and now they are getting stretched. My grandson is a physical therapist and he told me to move my body much more than I am. So, that's what I'm doing other than walking.

Anyway, I'm a happy camper this week.
Donna