Post by: WW-Paul
I remember when I hit rock bottom. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Lets start at the beginning of the story.
I remember being very skinny as a kid. My sister, who was much more aware of body issues than I ever was, used to be disgusted by how skinny I was, and how skinny she didn’t think she was. By the time I was in high school, I wasn’t super skinny, but I wasn’t heavy yet. (I use relative terms because I don’t know that I ever weighed myself in high school.)
I didn’t start having trouble with weight until I was about 18 or 19. My metabolism changed, I suppose, and I started packing on some pounds. I noticed it when I walked past mirrors, but I wasn’t too concerned. Obviously, this wasn’t rock bottom. I spent two years living in Brazil, where I dropped back down to a healthy weight again (my family almost didn’t recognize me when I came home), but it wasn’t because I had changed my lifestyle in a permanent way; I came home and went back eating the way I had before I left North America.
I spent much of the next four years slowly gaining weight. By the time I got married, I weighed about 260 pounds (I’m about 6’3″; soBMI was 35.5)–but I hadn’t yet hit rock bottom. I joined a gym and went to the gym on and off for the next couple of years. I knew I was gaining weight, and I was embarrassed about it. But I hadn’t hit rock bottom. Slowly the pounds crept on. My wife began to get concerned.
About three years ago, I had an appointment with my doctor. I was twenty-six at the time. After doing a bunch of tests that showed elevated badcholesterol and really low good cholesterol, my doctor said I had a 1-in-3 chance of a major cardiac event in the next ten years (i.e. before I turned 35). But that still wasn’t rock bottom. My clothes didn’t fit anymore, and I had to move to a larger size. But still, I wasn’t at rock bottom.
Over a year later, a close family member passed away, and we traveled to her funeral. That is where I hit my “rock bottom.” My mother-in-law was a lifetime member of Weight Watchers, and was back losing some extra weight she had picked up in years since she’d made Lifetime. While we were in town that weekend, we talked a lot about the program and how it worked. We looked up the POINTS values of the foods we were eating. I didn’t think I was interested, because I didn’t think I was willing to live the program. I didn’t want to hear that what I eat affects my weight. (Duh! Head in the sand!)
When it came time to get dressed for the funeral, I realized how small my suit was getting–or rather, how large I was getting. I realized that I either had to lose weight or buy a new suit. My wife had been talking to me for ages about calories and maybe counting calories and going on some kind of a diet. My doctor had told me I had a 33% chance of a major cardiac event. I hated the way I looked. I had a very poor self esteem. Finally, I was getting humble enough to listen. After the funeral, at the dinner, one of my wife’s aunts (also a Lifetime WW) talked about the benefits of the Weight Watchers program. We stayed a couple of more days with my in-laws and I mentioned that I might be interested in trying Weight Watchers. I wasn’t crazy about the cost, but from everything I’d heard, the program sounded like it might be worth checking out.
I walked into Weight Watchers the next Saturday morning weighing 284 pounds (BMI 35.5). My wife went with me and joined as well (more to support me than because she wanted it for herself). That was a year and a half ago.
I’ll talk about my challenges and successes in losing weight in another post, because its not directly relevant to the topic I want to discuss: When did you hit rock bottom in your weight journey? What is your story? How have you come to this point in your life? What was that moment that made you realize you had to make a drastic change?
Tell us your stories. Share with us your successes and failures. Together we are strong enough to beat this. You don’t have to do it alone!
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