I’ve learned numerous things this year about myself. Some I have shared with others, some I have kept to myself. Beginning of December last year I was at my heaviest 265lbs. I had high blood pressure and high blood sugar. My doctor said I was considered high risk and would be eligible for weight loss surgery in 6 months time. He told me if I didn’t want to have surgery I would have to cut the sugar and the high carb food and suggested looking into Keto.
Change is hard. Accepting that everything you thought you knew about diet and exercise was WRONG is hard. Retraining your body, exercising extreme amounts of self control, and saying no thank you to food is hard. However, being over weight and miserable but pretending everything is good is even harder.
“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
Brene Brown
I never realized that I had an eating disorder. My moment of clarity came to me soon after I decided to eat to live, instead of living to eat. Until I started eating right and logging everything I put in my mouth, I didn’t realize how much damage I was doing to my body, not only psychically but mentally as well. I started seeing patterns of extreme eating. I can’t just eat 1 donut, if I eat 1, I will eat 5. And from there it snowballs. Funny thing is, I justified this as normal. Everyone does this right? 5 pieces of pizza, 12 hot wings, and 4 bread sticks followed by dessert and a large soda in one sitting, normal right? Maybe this is how I justified my overeating.
I will happily eat when I am full or not even hungry, eat large amounts of food in one sitting, once I start eating I am unable to stop myself, and the one do most often is eat until I am uncomfortably full, so full that I feel sick. And then I beat myself up afterwards.
I don’t know if I was in some sort of denial or what. I wouldn’t say it’s an extreme daily issue, but it still affects my health and my life. After a year of recognizing I had an eating disorder it’s finally getting better. I still go through phases and even on a bad day it’s still better than what I used to do.
I share my story in hopes that someone can relate. So others can see they are not alone. And know that it’s okay to not be okay. And so I can receive confirmation that I am not alone.
It’s been 1 year of changes for me so far. I’ve lost 73 lbs and then gained a few holiday pounds and am half the size I used to be. My doctor says I am now in perfect health other than still being considered obese.
Cheers to 2020, where ANYTHING is possible