Over the years I have gone back and forth with trying to lose weight. I get into a mode and start working out, eating healthy, or both and then out of no where it all stops. It seems to be a trend for me and no matter how much I really want to lose the weight I seem to always fail at it.
With everything that has gone on with me I have not only really wanted to lose the weight I need to lose, but become much more healthy. Back in March I went to the doctors for my annual check-up. Although the check-up came back normal as always, I was diagnosed as being pre-diabetic and insulin resistant. Because my OBGYN is no longer officially practicing, only teaching, he wasn’t able to start me on any regimen, but referred me to my family doctor for this.
A few weeks later I was meeting with a new family doctor, since I hadn’t been to one in many years, and unfortunately he didn’t want to do anything for me. Told me to start eating more healthy and exercising. Great doctor, right? I mean, I knew I needed to do those things, I was officially 60 pounds over weight and it wasn’t going to go away just on its own. However, because of my history with PCOS I was hoping that he would prescribe me the proper medications that not only help women with PCOS lose weight, but that are also used for insulin resistance. Nope. He wanted me to do it all on my own and come back six months later and if I still needed any help than he’d provide a prescription for what I needed.
Obviously I was not happy when I left. I knew I wouldn’t be going back to him. I knew having absolutely no support I wouldn’t be able to do anything. I was doomed.
Then I joined a local women’s only gym and started working out five days a week. I wasn’t eating very well because of all the stress of everything with the divorce/separation but I was somewhat eating and I was exercising.
The best part of the hardly eating part was that I started eating smaller portion sizes and although I still wasn’t eating 100% healthy, I was doing better because I wasn’t eating as much of the bad stuff. I’ve started eating on a more routine basis and including a bit more veggies to my meals. But I’ve also stopped snacking as much or leaving the major snacking to the weekends.
A couple of weeks ago I weighed in for my final weight for a diet bet I was participating in and I was officially down 20 pounds from around the first of April. That put me down 20 pounds in just under three months!
Not only did I lose 20 pounds, but I lost inches and two pants sizes! Woot 20 pounds down, only another 40 to go! I’ll update with a picture soon.