Hello and Welcome

Hi there,

My name is Sonya and this is my blog. Firstly I would like to say welcome to the continuation of a long journey which started in 2007.

To give you an idea of where I have come from and where I am going, I shall give you the story of what happened to me to bring me to this point in my life and how it has made me determined to keep going.

In 2007 I was obese and depressed. I hated myself and didn't want to look in the mirror.

I went to a birthday party for my father in law in May 2007. We went to a beautiful restaurant that served my favourite food - Italian. I was in 7th heaven as I ate garlic bread, bruschetta, steak diane and white chocolate mud cake. Driving home however I started to feel violently ill. I went to bed and woke up the next morning feeling like I had gastro. I recovered but found that whenever I made anything with a rich flavour containing tomatoes, capsicum, garlic and onion, I felt physically sick and had really bad heartburn and stomach cramps. I knew something was wrong. I was 115Kg and very sick.

I saw my GPand asked for a referral to a gastroenterologist. I wanted to see if I had a stomach ulcer or any other problems with my stomach. I was booked in for an endoscopy after a full family history questionnaire. Although I was the right age (30) to be getting an ulcer, I didn't have one and was diagnosed as healthy. This frustrated me so I decided to go back to bland, basic food in order to keep going. My meals were rice and steamed vegetables. I ate bland cereal with no toppings other than a banana and milk. It was not a good diet and one which left me craving for fun food. After 12 weeks I had dropped 15 Kg and felt better so I decided to try normal foods. Over the next few months I put weight back on. After being on a bland diet for so long, all the cake and stuff I ate encouraged my body to regain 5.4 Kgs. I was starting to go backwards and I was deeply unhappy.

A friend visited me one day and I told her how desperate I was to lose more weight. She suggested I come to a Weight Watchers meeting with her. I arrived feeling overwhelmed by it all. I rang home after seeing how many people were in the room and begged my hubby to let me join Weight Watchers, which he agreed to, so I signed up that night.

I have been steadily going to Weight Watchers for over a year and have lost a total of 25 Kg to reach the top end of the healthy BMI scale of 25, and I am still going. I want to have a goal weight of 74 Kg.

I wish I had joined Weight Watchers a lot sooner, I would have felt as free as I do now a lot earlier in life.

Enjoy my blog.

Cheers,

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Operation Get Me Back Week 6

Oops I missed a week but time flies when you are counting your steps!!!

After 6 weeks I can finally say I am back on track and feeling better. I'm still working on the greater picture but knowing that I have the right tools, the right support and the information I need to succeed, there is no failure.

Failure was something to get my head around in the last two weeks. I thought that by putting weight on it meant that I had failed, or that I had let myself down. All it meant was that I was human and that sometimes life gets in the way. I have definitely learnt that I do not need to go overboard to have a good time, I do not need alcohol to party the night away, I do not need food as a comfort if I am feeling low (I have a bed for that, sleep is the ultimate comfort) and I definitely do not need to be away from people if I am struggling.

After tracking my food for a week I realised it wasn't all that bad. Yes I had indulged a couple of times but it wasn't to the extreme. I did not see the weight police on my door when I did. I do not see my lifestyle as a life-sentence. It is a choice I make, be healthy or feel like I did 3 years ago. My choice, my decision.

This weekend is my birthday. I can honestly say that it feels fantastic to be 32 on Saturday and fit into a size 12. There is nothing more exhilarating than being able to shop inside 2 hours and come out of the stores having spent $150 and having bought 10 items to wear. I did that a few weeks ago and laughed until I could laugh no more. I laughed at all the times it took me 4 hours to find one dress, one jacket, one top, one pair of jeans and a pair of shoes. I laughed at all the times I put something on that looked nice but looked hideous on me. I laughed at the obese person I was and poked fun at the woman who would sit and cry over not being able to wear it and said "look at me now!!!!!". If I don't laugh, then I cry about it. How do you let yourself go to the point where you no longer like what you see in the mirror??

I certainly don't have any answers but I do know that I have been there and now I am back to where I like myself, a size 12 and fighting fit. I can run now without feeling like the Hulk is running, my ankles no longer look like cankles, I have lost the rash from my lower legs and I definitely move better without 25Kg on my body. Pity my "girls" are smaller but that is not a bad thing, my back is thankful.

Life can throw you a curve ball but the question is whether you can catch it and throw it back......I certainly did!

Until next time,

1 comments:

Vic said...

I am so proud of you, seeing the journey you have been on and the up's and down's it has thrown you, you have come out the other side stronger healthier and happier!

Keep up the fabulous work you are an inspiration to me!

July 10, 2009 6:54 AM

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