96 Pounds Lost: My Attempt to Give Back To My Mom
Growing up I was always in sports soccer, basketball, Karate. I was always over weight. My dad would tell mom he didn’t get it because I was always busy, never walked anywhere. It wasn’t malicious just confusing. My parents always told me how beautiful I was. I always had a lot of friends. It didn’t faze me, too much, that I was heavy. The summer before my sophomore year of High School I lost a lot of weight. I’m not sure why.
I did very well with being active until I left for college. Around that time my new activities consisted of bar hopping and dancing at nightclubs. My mom had advised me of something a lot of freshman go through called, “The Freshman 15.” I was okay with that. I only did a semester away and gained, maybe 10lbs. My lack of supervision and grades was something my parents weren’t willing to support.
After I moved back to Alaska, my weight slowly progressed. At 22 I started the Atkins diet. I lost about 40lbs. Then I discovered Gin and Club Soda was carb free. My weight slowly started to increase. When I drank, I didn’t care what I ate.
In 2007 I moved to Colorado. I didn’t pay much attention to my weight until my surgery for adenomyosis. December 2011. I had plenty of doctor visits leading up to that I noticed my weight for the first time in a long time. 238, 240, 245, 248… It was always more when I would go. It was a little embarrassing. During my surgery my blood pressure spiked and my anesthesiologist couldn’t get me incubated. She ended up having to bag it. That was a little bit of a wake up call. I started thinking I should lose weight and stop smoking. I’d quit smoking for a while and eat okay then return to drinking and eating crap.
A year after my surgery mom told me she was entering stage 3 Kidney Disease. She had gotten the disease from a combination of medication taken for a prolonged time. Mom mentioned she would eventually need a transplant. She made it clear I didn’t have to but if I was interested to let her know. It wasn’t an option, in my mind, not to. She had given me life, a very good one. I had just lost my grandfather about 18 months before and didn’t want to lose anybody else in my family. I told my mom I would. A month later I got a packet and read all the requirements to be a donor. BMI< 35. I didn’t think that was me but didn’t want a reality check, either, by stepping on a scale.
October of 2012 our family friend died of cancer. I quit smoking as soon as I heard. January 2013, I started to work out. My clothes were tight and I knew, in the back of my head, I couldn’t help my mom. I went to the recreation center and stepped on the scale 258lbs. I was shocked. I did the math, BMI 37.
I worked out at the recreation center for a few days then decided to try 24hour Fitness. I fell in love with the gym, everybody was welcoming and I wasn’t the biggest one in the gym. I started going daily. I kept thinking of my mom. I started by riding the bike for 30 minutes and worked up to the elliptical and I would switch back and forth. I would lift weights for about 30 minutes too. I started reading health magazines and articles. In February I cut out soda. I started eating natural food, mostly unprocessed. I made my lunch and breakfast every day and brought to work. I made dinner at home. I prepped food at the beginning of the week. In March my friend mentioned a 5K. I wanted to do it. I started running. The weight started to really fall off. I ended up not getting the day off for the 5K but kept up my workout. In April I had lost almost 40lbs. It was crazy. I started going through the process to be a donor. Turns out I wasn’t a match for my mom, her blood had too many antibodies. I was very sad. I continued to work out, although less intense but still on a consistent basis.
Sometime prior to my process my mom started her own weight loss battle and went from a size 24 to 16. This motivates me to stay healthy. I still eat good food and pig out when I want. In September 2013 I was down to 187lbs. Today my weight remains between 189 and 195 pounds. I use the Nike Run app and Runcracker to help achieve new running goals. I use Cyclemeter for biking. I feel great but know I need to get that last 20lbs off.
Originally posted 2014-10-08 20:00:54. Republished by Blog Post Promoter