It has been one hundred days since I changed my lifestyle. I cannot believe how fast the days have gone by, although it seemed slow at the very beginning, as I longed to "see" results.
It's been 30 years of struggling with my physical image, although I have not always been overweight. My earliest memory of a "diet" was in grade 6, when I posted a picture of a pig on our fridge to help keep me from eating. My earliest memory of throwing my food up as a weight loss method was Junior High School, possibly Grade 8. I weighed in the 140's, but believed an acceptable weight was 110.
I remember being on the Scarsdale Diet in Junior High School, when I dropped weight rapidly. I was never truly overweight at this point - just not a skinny rail, like I believed was the ideal body. At this point in my life, a close friend became severely anorexic and was hospitalized for a significant length of time. That experience put me off throwing up my food as a method of weight loss.
At this point, we moved to Toronto and again, my weight was up and down, but I was never seriously obese. My highest weight as late teenager was 167, when I began the "Physician's Weight Loss Clinic" program. I never saw a physician. I think I remember having to weigh in every single day, which meant a bus ride to the mall. I don't remember the food plan, but I do remember protein soup mixes that supposedly boosted fat loss. It was at this clinic, when I plateaued, that it was suggested I take a laxative to move things along. That was dangerous advice.
During my Toronto years, I remember at least two times that I joined Weight Watchers, never having more than 30 pounds to lose and always getting close to goal, although not becoming a lifetime member at that point in my life. I also remember joining "Overeaters Anonymous", which was quite helpful in many areas of my lifestyle. That program did not focus on calories or food choices, but rather on the reasons the overeating occurred. Following OA, I was able to keep my weight quite low, up until about a year after marriage, when I started to gain again.
Since I've been married, 19 years on December 28th, I've lost large amounts of weight 3 times. Twice was through Weight Watchers, becoming a lifetime member the last time I was an active member. The second time I lost weight was by eating only three meals a day, never snacking. It was an attempt at eating moderately, now that I look back on it.
I have not been involved in any bulimic behaviour since I was a young adult. It's a time in my life that I never want to relive. The thought of taking a laxative, or making myself sick, is completely repulsive to me.
I lost 79 pounds, going from 234 to 155 in 2002/2003. I reached my goal in the summer of 2003 but I was already gaining weight by Christmas. I remember weighing about 180 for my daughter's birthday party, in late December. From then on, I gained. I can't believe I allowed myself to cross that 200 mark again.
Once I hit those nasty 200's again, I woke up every day promising myself that today would be the day. If I could just get through the day counting points and make it last more than two days, I would be on my way. Something would always get in the way. I failed over and over again. I lost all hope that I could ever be free from the bondage of overeating.
In a continued attempt to lose weight, a friend introduced me to a study called, "A Woman of Moderation", by Dee Brestin. It was through this study I was convicted to live a moderate lifestyle, not lavish in anything but my love for God and others. I began to realize that overeating did not solve any of the anxiety or stress in my life. I was keeping myself filled with food, so I didn't have to deal with life's problems. It is a crazy cycle!!! The worse I felt, the more I ate, causing me to feel worse, causing me to eat more! CRAZY!
100 days ago, God, in His mercy, showed me it was my time. My struggles with weight and self image issues have made me the person I am today and I'm glad I've faced them. He has blessed me with an "easy" start. It has not been difficult to stop overeating. I haven't had huge struggles with temptation to eat outside of hungry. I believe the reason for this is because I eat what I want at least one meal a day.
I don't know what the next 100 days hold. Maybe it won't continue to be easy, but I know, without a doubt, that it is MY TIME! The past 100 days, I have developed better methods of coping with life's stresses. I have come to realize that I have more energy without heavy white breads/starches in my diet. I have made exercising a habit, 5 days a week.
In 100 days I have met some significant goals. I have fit into two new sizes of clothing (16, 14) and have fit into pants I was saving for a "skinnier" day. I have almost made it to Onderland...two pounds to go! I have been able to lose an average of 3.5 pounds per week, without calorie/point counting. I have been able to eat things I enjoy, stopping just before full.
On my 100th day, I am thinking about new goals, which I will share in tomorrow's post. I had a great eating day - Kashi cereal, soup for lunch and chicken/vegetable/noodle stir fry and a small biscotti for supper. I managed the high intensity, running 1 mile exercise video. It's more intense and I breathe heavier, but it's a quicker video time wise, which is appealing to me. I am down one concert, one show and I have one show and three choir performances to make it through before the end of next week. The stress of those commitments would have had me eating popcorn every night, in the past. This year, I take each day as it comes and I remember that eating doesn't make the concert go any better!
Eating less, moving more for 100 days now,
Dawne