The Weight-loss Roller Coaster

Over the years, I spent a lot of time dieting. Or thinking about dieting. Or half-assed dieting. 

I went to Weight Watchers with my Grandma. Multiple times. Sometimes there was great success.  Sometimes only a little.  And of course, those new babies.  

I finally got serious in 2004.  I was walking three miles every day, then I started going to the gym.  I was eating better, and really watching my carbs closely.  (I was diagnosed with diabetes in 2002.)  I didn't quit the Diet Coke, but I was limiting myself to one can per day. But I was drinking a lot more water. 

During this time, my first marriage was going bad, but I turned to exercise to get me through it.  I walked when I was angry, I walked when I was escaping my ex's anger.  By the end of 2005, I think my trainer was becoming concerned because I would work out for 60-90 minutes every single morning, then return to the gym at night to work out my anger. 

It took a year and a half of being overly diligent to lose about 60-70 pounds.  I had dropped from 310 to 250-ish.  I was doing well, looking good, feeling good. 

Then, on New Years' Day 2006, I said NO MORE. 

Needless to say, as a divorced single mother of four children who are reeling because their parents have just torn their world apart, I no longer had the time to spend hours in the gym every day. I got a job in the corporate world for a while, and I walked on my lunch breaks, and was able to maintain the weightloss for a long time.  But that life wasn't for me and before I knew it, I was working part time and going to college and I finally did what I always wanted -- got my degree, got my dream job.  

Over the years, every bit of that weight came back to haunt me.

In early 2009, I was taking two medications for diabetes, but my fasting blood sugar was still way too high.  My doctor wanted me on a third medication, but I didn't have insurance and couldn't afford it. My blood pressure was way high. 

My parents were FREAKED OUT.  

I was 37 years old, single mom of 4 gorgeous girls, and I need to be here for them.  

So where my doctor recommended more meds, my parents recommended the Lapband. And, they paid for it.