But not only was I fat, I was unable to dance at my usual pace and oh, yeah, two of my favorite jeans fell prey to Inner Thigh Friction Syndrome. It was a sad, sad day in the Penzo household.
It got drastic. I didn't want to be the fat friend holding everyone's purse at the club (more on that later...), standing by myself while everyone else is chosen. It's a miserable place to be, especially if you're accustomed to being the Belle of the Ball(s).
Nothing has frightened me more in life than the thought of EVER weighing 200lbs again. Nothing! So I decided, at 197lbs and an almost size 16 (VOMIT!), to do something about it before I got too big to be cute.
My first step had to be a physical exam and blood draw, in order to determine what real damage I had done in just one crazy year. Much to my surprise everything came back normal. I was basically given a fresh start with regular/healthy cholesterol, iron, glucose and blood pressure levels. It was like a dream come true!
Then I had to visit the Girly Parts doctor, who assured me that my fibroids had not gotten any bigger so nothing needed to be done about them. And I’m hoping she’s right because if I have to Google this shit it won’t be pretty. She did, however, seem surprised that the
Next I had to see a podiatrist because remember THIS post when I was complaining about my feet? Right. Well, it wasn't gangrene from Diabetes as I originally thought. I have plantar faciitis. So now, like a dork, I have to do these stretches, ice my feet regularly, and wear Dr. Scholl’s gel inserts. Blerg.
During all of this I signed up for a three-month-trial with Weight Watchers online, figuring that if Jennifer Hudson got her lollipop figure with them, so could I. The only thing left to do was the dreaded exercise. Double Blerg!
I knew I was on the verge of a huge lifestyle makeover. One that didn't include staying up until 4 AM eating Third Dinner while watching Cosby Show reruns on Netflix. And it scared me more than the anticipation of bad test results from the doctor.
I was in for a long, hard road. (That's what she said!)
*smooches...dragging you on this journey because I can*
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besides, it's boring here all by myself!
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HATE the Inner Thigh Friction Syndrome. I have lost more pairs of good pants that way. For someone who spent her high school hears with hip bones that poked out enough to be coat racks, the first loss of pants was the hardest.
My sister had great success the first time she did Weight Watchers and, now that the baby is almost a year, is starting on it again. I liked how she could still eat anything, in relative proportions, and that a little bit of exercise could either be just exercise or used to bank a couple of extra points.
If you're ever taking a walk in the park (especially weekends), let me know. According to my latest bout with PT, I'm not allowed to run anymore but I can do lots of walking!
@kelly- I haven't been tracking my food so much in the last few weeks but rather remembering what portions were more acceptable and keeping within those recommendations. It seems to be working, too. And I love their tips & recipes.
And I'll definitely keep you in the loop on all the fitness fun I'm undertaking to see if you can join me :)
GET IT GIRL! I'm super proud of you for making this decision and following through NO MATTER WHAT! You know after your family, the giants and I are your biggest cheerleaders.
We're in this together, chick. I'll be cheering you on from here as I drag my Fatty McHoggerton ass back in the gym, too.
A trick my sister did was to write down as many of the zero point items as possible and keep them taped to her fridge so she knew what she could pig out on and not feel guilty.
Also, whenever she figured out points for something ... say the cereal in the box ... she'd write it on it so she didn't have to figure it out every freaking time.
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