Short update…
So I’ve been working a lot since I got my job. It’s the most labor intensive job I’ve ever had! I don’t think I’ve lost any weight, but I have went down a pant size or two. Plus I think my arms are getting a lot stronger. I’m pretty happy I guess :) The only problem I have a million bruises all over my body, including my shoulders from carrying a ladder.
My Story (at least an abridged version :P)
Hi, My name is Olivia and I am overweight and not fit in the slightest.
Now that we have that taken care of let’s see: I am currently 21 years old living in tiny town, Missouri, USA. Unemployed :( and had to put a hold on college because of said unemployment…AKA-No Money!
Anyway that’s not really important here. Back to weight loss and my story on why I need it. I played basketball from Kindergarten through seventh grade. Up until fourth grade I was relatively healthy. I was by no means an athlete, but I was at a healthy weight and size. When I was ten I lost a lot of weight (read like 20lbs in two weeks). I was also sick, and my parents thought I had strep throat because my sister had recently gotten over it. They took me to the doctor and low and behold I was diagnosed with Type-1 Diabetes. I had to start taking insulin shots and watching my carbohydrate intake and all that jazz. At first I really tried to do as I was supposed to. I took my medicine, measured out my food, etc. etc. For some reason my blood sugars would not stabilize.
Fast forward a few years and I was still trying, but blood sugars were still bad and my weight had started to creep up. In eighth grade was the first time I hit 200lbs. Seriously. I was 14 and weighed 200lbs. Well I wasn’t fat until I got diabetes, right? That was the problem; it was that damn insulin! So I developed a type of diabulimia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabulimia). I didn’t lose a lot of weight from doing that, but I still didn’t take my insulin. Years went by and they were filled with hospital visits and unhappiness with myself. I was fat and therefore ugly and unwanted and unloved by everyone (well maybe not completely, but if only I were skinny people would like me more, boys would like me more, etc)
This year though I decided there is no ultimatum: I have to get healthy. My insulin is not making me fat (it can make it harder to lose weight, but not impossible). Me being lazy and eating all day is making me fat. I decided maybe I wouldn’t lose weight very fast, but at least I would be alive. My bloodsugars have drastically changed going from a HbA1C (like an average of 3 months of blood sugars, under 7 is normal) of over 15 to one that is now 6.8. I lost eight pounds since my last doctors visit and am continuing to lose more.
I am nowhere near being fit, but everyday I am trying my hardest to make the best decisions I can for myself. I need to exercise more and eat better, but I’ll get there.
This is just somewhere to give myself inspiration and motivation. I’ll try to post often and if you’re a fitblr and you follow me I’ll definitely follow back!
Here are some stats:
Height- 5’6.5
HW- 215lbs
SW- 191lbs
CW- 189lbs
GW- 145lbs
UGW- 130lbs
