Those of you that may not know me "well", may not know I'd been hiding a bit of a secret: I gained up to what I weighed before I delivered Joey before he was born, roughly 2 months prior to moving into our newly built MS house in ~June 2006! At first arrival here in Oxford, me, my husband, and my (at the time) soon-to-be-3-year-old-son, lived with (or more like survived in) my mother-in-law's (MIL) house! The 3 of us in my small family shared one bedroom and shared a bathroom. Unknowingly at the time, we also had ALL our business shared with God knows who; whether it be the cousin's-uncle's-mother's-sister that we've never even met!!! We had to learn the hard way that no business of ours was sacred from my MIL. We lived there about 11 months while we built the house. I thought [naively] that be the one and only nightmare-ish experience while in the MIL house. Since I would just have to deal with it; little did I know at the time, after finally losing 45-55 pds of my preger baby weight (yes, I got that happy about getting to EAT while pregnant) would not be a thing of the past! Maybe I lacked losing 7 pounds at the time, if that, but I was rather proud to be 30+ new mother and be in a big 8/ small 10 size and was certainly happy to live my whole life with that way! I also had myself convinced that a person gains 10 pounds a decade (or so the teaching my graduate school days stated). Frankly, I wasn't one to get all worried over a few extra pounds; especially right in the throws of my somewhat recent menopause!
However, during said time, I believe the heavier sister-in-law and really overweight MIL "plotted" to make my thin body (while it was 'functionally thin', not gaunt, mind you), be made fat as soon as possible as some sick joke for hope of me maybe, er uh, being miserable - I don't know?!! All I know is after a few, "let your sister/daughter-in-law bring out the cake/drink/[fill in the blank]" comments from the men of the family (and their friends), rather suddenly, pies, cakes, brownies, cookies, and the like were being cooked at rapido rates in my MIL's house!!! And while yes, my MIL, child, and husband did all eat such treats, I was into the beginnings of swearing off any bleached flour or sugar because of my Crohn's not being treated properly - in addition to not feeling well in general when we got here, began to just 'packed it in'!!!
One day, I stepped on the scales at the MIL/temporary residence: and topped the scales at 192 pounds!!! Just 3 pounds less than what I weighed before I had Joey!!! As one can imagine -
Panic set in, as I knew I had been made a fool of after being labeled the "cute wife" in Gene's family for the majority of the years (roughly 16 years) - I had suddenly become obese (and it was put in my chart by all my doctors, to the degree, one doctor continues to keep that down as one of my diagnoses)!!!
I suddenly wanted my family, my privacy and my figure returned to me the way it had arrived when we landed in MS 9.5 months prior! As it was, we were right upon moving into our newly built, with each our own small, but personal touches, environmentally friendly, "dream house". The initial move in turned out as the only dreamy thing about it was moving out of my MIL's house! ha ha We moved in before the house was finished, just to get away from my husband's family! So, a couple of months we "camped" in our house, as we slowly incorporated the "dream" back into it.
I visited a local doctor. He handed me the Dr. King books of restaurant and grocery store foods and their fat, carbs, and protein contents. What is the saddest part, with a thorough graduate degrees' worth of training, classes, and research in biochemistry (& the pathways that feed each cycle of the human body starting with the glucose pathway) and molecular biology; I could have written these books! Ugh!
Nevertheless, I swallowed my pride and set off to, at minimum, hit the top of my "ideal weight" for my height and age. I was told I would have to lose a minimum of 32 pounds. An "ideal loss" would be more near 50 pounds! The shock and shame slowly set in:
I have a few scarce pictures I posted to show you my lower "obesity" weight (plus the new pictures of the majority of lost weight). As mentioned, put into my medical chart as a diagnosis was "obesity". I hate doctors, most are no thin wafers themselves, this one in particular calling me, at my biggest, at a size 16, OBESE! Well, kiss my @ss! :)
And for doctors that leave "obesity" on a patent's chart well after they have not been are my pictures above for my proof! In 2 of them, I stand next to a 98 pound Barbie-Mom/close friend (getting off the point a bit, but: that's another mother of 3, also my God children's mother).
I'm posting pictures so you can see the nearly 50 pounds I have taken off!
To be a post-menopausal woman, living a disabled, fairly sedentary (this is hard to explain, but let's just say I have to rest in between periods of working myself into a muscle/nerve/joint spasm(s)-pushing-myself-too-hard to having to sit for a while to recuperate or if I've overdone it - or just flat out have to cat nap, which sucks for my husband and child when I have to do this), and still trying to blend in with the "normals" of Oxford, MS, which has nothing normal, all while this college group hasn't changed in 20 years! Honestly, if I can manage to do it here - there is hope for anybody!
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