This is probably one of the hardest posts I have ever written. No, no one died. Nothing is wrong with my marriage. But stuff is wrong with me… and it’s affecting my EVERY DAY life… meaning I basically don’t have one anymore. I’m not depressed, I’m just insecure.
I’m insecure about everything. My hair, the way I look, my clothes. Nothing seems to work or be how I want it anymore. It’s not because I’m getting old… it’s because I’m getting fat fatter.
There… I said it. You know they say that the biggest part of the hurdle to solving your problems is admitting that you have one. Well, I admitted my problem… so things better move swiftly after this. I don’t want to hide in my house anymore and pretend that I am doing important things while all my friends are at the pool or having a great time just hanging out and being girls. I can’t go because I don’t have a swimsuit that fits anymore and most of my clothes don’t fit or at least I don’t like the way they fit.
It is probably due to stress… my job as a teacher is stressful. I work at a school with a competitive atmosphere and super high expectations. It’s enough to make anyone crazy and while I love my job, I feel like it is definitely helping my health go out the door. “But, it’s summer,” you say. Great, it’s summer. It takes a long time for stress to work itself out of your body. And 9ish months of packing on the stress is not going to fully go away in 2ish. Especially when you spend most of that time away from your friends hiding out in a move, projects around the house and a part time job. Especially when all of your friends were blessed with high metabolisms or petite little frames that make you feel more like a hippo than a human. Especially when you decide it doesn’t matter what you eat or if you eat because either way you are still going to be fat. The funny thing I figured out last night while sitting at happy hour with my friends is that I don’t feel the pressure from them. I hope (and truly feel) that they honestly love me for who I am as a person and not what size jeans I can fit into. In reality, it’s all in my head. This I know, and understand, but just can’t get past.
It is also probably due to genetics. I am fighting a huge uphill battle here. I come from a family of women that are super curvy and well endowed. Some women have great fortune in being from a hip-py family, or a boob-y family, or even a like-big-butts-and-I-cannot-lie family. Well, my family was blessed with all 3. And while I love that I am curvy… I only want to be curvy… not loopy as in the one BIG loop that I am forming into.
So, this summer I have been staying pretty active. We moved to an apartment and one of the reasons was so we would walk our dogs every day and not just throw them out in the yard. This has been wonderful! I love to spend this time with my husband and my pups! But it is not enough for me. I have also been going to the gym. Most days I do 2 hours of workouts. You probably want to yell at me because I am overdoing it, but it’s not how it sounds. I usually do 2 different classes. Weights and cardio, or cardio and yoga/pilates, or a cardio in the morning and then one in the evening. I am someone who gets bored easily by doing the same workout every day, so I just make sure to get a little variety. I usually go to the classes at 24 because I (can’t believe I’m saying this) compare myself to all the other women in the class and tell myself that if all these other women can do this and are strong, then so am I. It is definitely motivation to keep going. If there isn’t a class that I like that day then I will at least hop on the treadmill and walk/jog 3-3.5 miles. I don’t know why, it’s just the magic number that I like. I feel like it’s doable, pushes me and at the end after some rest, I would be willing to go again the next day.
I’ve tried to regulate eating and did pretty good for about 3 weeks. I lost 2 pounds… not really excited about putting in 14 hours a week working out and eating healthier than a rabbit for only 2 pounds. I know you’re thinking, well, honey, that’s just the way it is. Just keep working hard and you will get there. But 2 pounds is not motivation. Especially since after 1 birthday weekend, I gained 3. Stupid eating crap food! (this is what my brain yells to me on the inside…)
So I finally hit a wall. I just can’t do this anymore. I am also tired of having no energy and no motivation to go in public. These are things I love about life. I want to be carefree, able to do anything at any time. Nowadays it takes me at least an hour to get ready. I have to run through all my insecurities over and over until I convince myself that today is the day to be brave and to just go and you will have a good time. Every time I go… I have a great time. Every time I stay home, I regret not going. I don’t want to regret my life. I want to live my life. I just have to step out of my own head sometimes to do it. Besides all that. The point of starting this blog with my list of 30 things was to stay motivated and achieve them. Since stating that I wanted to lose 30 pounds… I have gained 13… not so helpful!
In the past I have tried a light running program and boot camps and I always end up getting hurt. I have so many things wrong with my body and they are ALL related to weight. ALL OF THEM. So anytime I try to actually do something good, because I am not healthy enough, I end up making it worse and then I give up on myself… again. The funny thing is that despite all the problems and doctors I have seen, no one has even once mentioned that I should probably lose some weight. NOT A SINGLE ONE! It is a very hush hush topic and as I look around me 24/7 where ever I am, I realize there is a reason for this. Almost the whole population could stand to lose a bit. That’s right, I said it. We all eat what is probably the most unhealthy food in human history and we sit around on computers and barely move and we expect to stay thin… or at least thinner than fat. I guess doctors have to make sure patients feel good and can’t go around sounding off about everyone’s weight because that would just make people mad… especially people who don’t want to change. But I feel like I’m dying on the inside. And I do a lot better when someone in a position of authority gives me an ultimatum.
So, I took over. I researched, I read, I talked to a doctor and I decided. I gave myself an ultimatum. This is a huge deal for me. I don’t typically just fall into a fad diet. Yeah, that’s right… I’m not millions of Americans that fall in and out of fad diets. I usually try to just eat healthy and move… it’s just not enough at this point. I have done Weight Watchers at one time, lost quite a bit and then regained it all back. I also went through a boot camp program last summer, lost a little bit, got bored to tears and then gained it all back… plus a lot more. I do not want to regain. I do not want to live like this. I want to start over and relearn how to eat, what to eat and why I am eating.
So here’s the big reveal. Are you ready? I’m doing the hCG Diet. I will now give you a moment to peruse the vast amounts of information on the link provided.
Ok, are you back with me? Most people probably think this is cheating, or stupid or whatever. You can think what you want. I am not making anyone do this. I am doing it on my own to find a better me. I feel like this is a way to lose weight quickly so I can start over. I also feel like this is a healthy way to lose the first chunk of weight I need to lose more than 2 pounds at a time so that I don’t give up. It is doctor supervised. And, I have a lot of helpful information, food choices and even recipes to get me through.
My hopes in posting about these next 43 days is that I help just one person out there in the same boat. There isn’t a whole lot of talk about the hCG diet as far as people’s experience so I would love this to be a place where people can find information about a real person who has done this. I wish I had seen this at times in my life that were really important. One of them being before I was married. Most people love to look at their wedding pictures… I hate mine. Not because the photography isn’t stunning… our photographer was the best and made me feel incredibly beautiful, but when I look at those pictures. I want to hide under a rug. I look hideously fat. I can’t believe that everyone spent that day looking at me and didn’t want to throw up. That and all the immediate family drama about that day make me so thankful that we didn’t do a big wedding and that a marriage is about a whole lifetime and not one day. Don’t get me wrong. The emotions and memories of that day are mostly good, but the pictures will mostly be hidden because of the shame I feel. Also, I am so tired of untagging myself in people’s facebook photos. If I could, I would take them down altogether. But they aren’t mine… so I just untag so that when someone is looking at photos of me… they don’t happen upon photos of fat me.
I started yesterday, and I told myself that this is the beginning of the rest of my life. Seriously, I am not kidding. I needed help and I found it by way of my GP who really took the time to sit down and listen to all that I had to say and all that I wanted out of this life. She gave me some different ideas to research and this one kept coming to the forefront. I went in to the doctor yesterday and got started. Here’s what it entailed:
Day 1
- Fast until after your doctor appointment.
- Fill out paperwork and consent forms. The usual.
- Get blood drawn to test and make sure you are healthy enough to do this whole thing.
- 2 shots. 1 of B vitamin complex and another one of some vitamins and a fat burner. (Get ready because while getting the shots aren’t all that bad, the 1st one burns for about 15 minutes and the 2nd one starts burning a couple hours later and doesn’t give up for a while. I took a smallish nap or 2 during that time.)
- Learn to give yourself daily injections by giving your first one. (Oh, this one was almost a deal breaker for me. I have an intense fear of needles and even the nurse seemed a little unsure I would actually be able to do this when she saw my reaction to having blood drawn. Usually the nurse makes me lie down because I turn white… or so I’m told. But, I am happy to say that I did it and even though it took me sniveling through, I got it done… about 10 minutes later. And truly… not so bad. The needle is so small that I could barely feel the prick and actually injecting yourself… not so bad…. not that I plan to make a habit of it… at least after the next 40 days.)
- Get a little booklet from the doc all about what you can and can’t do. The booklet is from the International Association for Physicians in Aesthetic Medicine and is titled, IAPAM hCG Protocol Patient Handbook. Besides all the rules are lots of recipes and a place for me to record food, weight, and even your bowel movements (oh joy!) and mood if you prefer.
- Snicker at the fact that they refuse to use the word diet.
- Get your weigh on! (This little ticket prints out that tells you your BMI, different muscle and fat statistics, where you are and according to your height, the average recommendations of where you should be. To be in the average I would need to lose a good 45 pounds. Even though this seems scary to me… I am glad to finally see a real number that I agree with.)
- Go eat all the fattiest food that you’ve ever craved. (You have 2 days to eat whatever you want. They ask that you eat lots of high fat and warn against a week long headache if you don’t get the most fat in that you can in the next 2 days. Some of the suggestions for these days are Twinkies, pints of ice cream, and all the fast food you can handle. I know… gross. But I did take them up on their pint of ice cream recommendation.)
Yesterday, I am proud to say that I had Chick-fil-a with fries and a peach shake… always wanted to try one but with something like 750 calories in one I always said no. For dinner I wasn’t so hungry and just ate chicken tacos from a restaurant with fries. I also had 2 alcoholic drinks… can’t drink once the diet starts for sure so the doc said to drink away… not really but you know what I mean. After dinner I had my pint of caramel ice cream. Delish!
Today, I plan to go shopping for some good for me food. Fill up on fats, and get ready for tomorrow. I’m gonna try to check in regularly so that I can keep you up to date with what I think works, doesn’t work and where I am with the progress I am making.
I love all positive comments. Please let me know if this is something you have done or are considering. Or anything else helpful you have found. I know everyone has their opinions which is why I am honestly putting myself out here for others to hopefully see that this can be done.