Fast forward to the end of my teenage years, I joined Weight Watchers, which was definitely helping, but I wanted more. I joined the gym for the first time, and my parents had decided a trainer would be helpful. My trainer helped me both mentally and physically; he had be dreaming of becoming a trainer like him. I was losing all of that stubborn chub (which was now more just 'you're fat' at this point at 250), but very few knew how hard I really was hitting it. I developed an eating order, and I was a true little gym rat. My days would alternate, some I would hardly ate (I took pride in eating as little as I could, most days ranged in 100-500 calories), and on the days I ate more? You damn well know I was 'praying to the porcelain god,' on my knees in the bathroom. I never saw anything wrong with this, everyone kept telling me how good I was looking, and how they knew I had it in me. No one knew what I was doing. I dropped from 250 down to about 180 in 3 months, maybe even less than that, and the weight kept dropping. I'll save the details for later, but I did recover. The deal was sealed when the guy I talked to at my gym (the employee at the front desk), told me my 3 hour/day was going to end with me hurting myself. I took that advice too far and just stopped going. I gained it back for the most part, and as of 2011 I was at 220.
In August of 2011, I moved in with my boyfriend. Good idea, right? Well, within the first few months, I shot up to 250. I rejoined weight watchers, but I wasn't so strict with it, but I still followed it. I decided to start up P90X, and I did other work outs too. My weight wasn't dropping, and I was off my PCOS meds and my blood pressure meds. (Oh, by the way, during some point they noticed my blood pressure was on the higher end so they prescribed me the lowest possible dose.) I kept trying, but nothing was working, and I had no health insurance to do anything. One night in 2013, I think, I felt real weird, so we bit the bullet and went to a late night office near us, the doctor sent me to the ER. There, they up'd my blood pressure meds, and of course lectured me on bad life decisions, mainly in regards to food choices. I took the meds as suggested, but eventually that prescription ran out. I'm sure you can already guess what I did at that point. The hospital eventually happened again, same thing. Prescription out again. Let's jump to this year, I went to Walgreen's Clinic to get my prescription fixed, and FINALLY had some helpful advice. The woman told me about a clinic nearby that works with what I can afford, and ever since I saw them my blood pressure has been insanely better. My weight though? Still hardly budging. In April 2015, that clinic noticed I've had a hypothyroid issue that NONE of the hospital visits ever picked up on. I've felt more energized, almost like my old self, and that's where I'm starting this, my fresh look into becoming fit.
I currently sit at around 350 lbs. According to my last doctor's visit, I've dropped 2 lbs since my last visit in May or June. My thyroid levels are down, but still not where we want them, so my medicine has been increased and will hopefully help this journey. As of June, I started with a personal trainer again; she's helped me with not only working out twice a week, but also has helped me with my diet.
With my medication, my workouts, and proper nutrition I hope to become a more fit and happy person. This is my journey, where I will learn and share workouts, recipes, trends, the good days, and of course the bad days. I'll make mistakes, I might give bad tips, but I'm just human like all of you out there. I just want to become that fit girl I know I can be.
-C
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