ali_a
My whole life I have struggled with obesity. The only thing that has ever kept it under control was running... and much to my horror, I shattered my ankle in 1995, thus ending my running career. The weight slowly started to pack on, and by 2000 I was officially labeled as obese with PCOS/Insulin Resistance.
In 2002 I had my first child... a girl... and I gained 30 pounds with that pregnancy. I had severe gestational diabetes, and was on daily insulin injections.
I lost about 20 of those pounds in the first year after her birth, and on her first birthday, we found out that we were expecting our second child.
Through my son's pregnancy, I gained an additional 40 pounds, had even worse gest. diabetes, and ended up delivering a 10 pound baby.
Despite doing Atkins and later, Weight Watchers, I have been unable to keep off any siginificant amount of weight, and in 2005, the bottom dropped out of my life- my then 14 month old son had a severe choking accident in daycare and nearly died. He spent 3 months in the ICU, and is now severely brain injured. True to form, I initially stopped eating (lost 25 pounds in those 3 months), and then turned to food for comfort.
Flash forward to 2007. I'm 5'1 and weigh 225-ish pounds. My BMI is >42. My hips hurt all of the time. I can sleep 15 hours a day and still be exhausted. My back hurts. My asthma is out of control. Due to too much estrogen, I'm developing polyps. I feel like I'm 100, and I'm only 33.
I have to do something, I feel like I'm dying. My kids deserve better. My husband deserves better. And most importantly, *I* deserve better.
