Flashback to the spring of 2004. I was a 29-year-old, 5’4″ woman who weighed 300 pounds. My blood pressure was 145/95, even with medication.

It happened at the hospital. The Moment. I had decided to try traditional Chinese medicine to lower my blood pressure and lose weight. But, an unintended adverse reaction caused by a prescribed herbal tea led me to the emergency room. The emergency room nurse could not get the IV needle in my vein using normal procedures because my arm was too fat for him to find the vein. He led my husband and me to some scary-looking back room, where he used an enormous needle to reach my vein, and I almost fainted when the needle punctured it. I cried from the pain and from the embarrassment.

My husband and I were in the emergency room for over five hours that night. We never saw a doctor; our hopelessly brilliant lack of a civilized health care system causes many people with no health insurance and little money to use the ER as their primary care physician, and hospitals are woefully ill-equipped for this demand. Around 2 am, I started feeling much better, so we just went home.

Sometime in hour 2, I think, the aforementioned Moment hit me. I thought (and said to my husband), “That’s IT. I’m tired of being fat. I’m tired of being sick. I need to do something about this.”

So I did. At the time, I had no idea what the “something” would be. Little did I know there would be many “somethings”, and that none of them would be easy. But, nothing worthwhile is ever easy.

Fast forward to April 2007. I am a 32-year-old, 5’4″ woman who weighs 180 pounds. My blood pressure is 112/70, without medication. I look and feel years younger than I did when I was 29. I am a stronger person, both physically and emotionally. I never imagined I would have a waist again, or that I would ever be told by a clothing salesperson that I should go shop in the juniors’ department.  I stil want to lose about 30 more pounds, so I can reach my goal of 150, but needing to lose 30 pounds sounds much more manageable than needing to lose 150 pounds (half my size, effectively.)

So many people ask me, “That is amazing! How did you lose all that weight?” that I’ve decided to start a blog about it. Now, usually when I start to tell people how I did it, they say things like, “Oh, I could never give up sugar” or “Forget it — I don’t have time to exercise.” I don’t mean to sound like Dr. Phil, but the decision to make yourself healthy is a choice you have to make on your own. I can’t make you do the things I have done to bring myself back to health, nor can I give you the inner emotional strength you need to do this. But what I can offer you is this: “weigh” the choices. If you are overweight and unhealthy, you can continue on your current path (not a desirable option, for sure!) or you can follow a new one and become less overweight and more healthy. Once you see how much better you will feel after you make the changes, you may not want to go back to your old habits. (I know I don’t.)

I plan to share not only my weight loss tips, but also my personal story… you don’t get to be 300 pounds without a story, believe me. Also, I’ll share anything I think might be related to the general topic here. After all, it’s my blog, and my story, but it’s not my weight anymore!

4 comments so far

  1. southernfriedfatty on

    I’m looking forward to your future posts. I’m adding you to my blogroll

  2. dmrn0328 on

    Thanks. I added you to my blogroll too.

  3. missharleyquinn on

    What an amazing blog! I had to laugh when you wrote about the aggie doctor telling you about your weight problem. Growing up, so many well intentioned people would take me aside and say very seriously, “Honey, you’re very over weight, fat even and you’ll never have anything if you don’t lose the weight.” Or “You would be so pretty if you weren’t so fat.” As if I didn’t have access to any mirrors or other reflective surfaces. Many times I just wanted to look shocked and tell them until they had told me how fat I was, I hadn’t known. I’m 35 years old and no longer have people telling me I’m fat (I was able to take care of that in my teen years and early twenties), yet inside there will always be that part of me that felt so alone…a whale in a sea of guppies, and how I wish there had been things like blogs and places like yours back then. It would have been so great to know I wasn’t the only one out there. Thanks. 🙂

  4. McCormick on

    I’m staying tune. I would love to hear your story.

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