I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell my story…I
guess it’s now! I’m hoping it will touch
at least one person out there who wants to make a change in their life. It can happen. It took me a while to figure out who I wanted
to be and where I wanted to go. Once I
got to the bottom of the barrel, there was no place to go but up. So, up I went…and I’m still rising!
My “Before” picture is about 10 years old. I was retiring from my job as a preschool
teacher assistant. I weighed 250
pounds. I had many physical aches &
pains, but the most important reason for leaving was that I felt I could no
longer do my job with confidence and competence. I could no longer get down on the floor with
the children; I had to sit in a chair.
Even bending over to help them with projects or playing with them on the
playground was very difficult for me. The kids at the preschool were my primary
concern, and I felt that I was letting them down, as well as the school, by not
being 100% there for them. Leaving the
preschool was a tremendous tug at my heart.
I loved my job and I loved all of my co-workers.
I took a secretarial job a few months later with a middle
school close to home. Being sedentary
didn’t help me too much with my aches and pains, but I no longer was expected
to be as physically involved as I was at the preschool. I enjoyed my job, and most of the people with
whom I worked, but there was still something missing. I was miserable with my weight and the fact
that I was unable to do anything about it. I had been on a plethora of diets
throughout my life with either short-lived or no results. I hated myself and felt like a failure! I remembered a support group that that I
belonged to years earlier that gave me results and hope for the future. I
realized that hope was still deep inside of me.
Two years ago I joined a similar group in my area and began
a journey of healthy eating and self-discovery.
I gave up refined sugar and white flour; ate only three meals a day with
nothing between the meals; increased fruits, vegetables and water consumption;
and started reading…really reading…labels of everything that wasn’t a direct
product of nature. I already walked
about a mile a day with my job, but I added extra walks with the dog. Exercising at the gym wasn’t going to work
for me, so I would put on exercise tapes that had been buried in dust in the
basement. Slowly, the pounds started to
fall off.
My support group has been instrumental in solidifying my
self-esteem, my desire to become healthy, and teaching me very fundamental
principles of life. I’ve learned to
NEVER give up hope, to have patience, and to give back at every possible
opportunity. I’ve lost 120 pounds (a
little person) and have maintained this weight for eight months. I have discontinued half of the medications I
used to take. My aches and pains have
almost completely disappeared.
I like myself…no, wait…I love myself!
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