Ready....set....GO!!!

A Ray of Hope....that is what ever pound I lose it to me. This blog will follow my journey of just trying to see my toes!

My story...

I was young and extremely fit, captain of the cheer leading squad actually. At the age of 18 I found out I was pregnant. My life was turned upside down. Cheering was out of the question. So were all the workouts I did for it. That changed but my eating did not. Add to that the amount of stress that entered into my life....well was a recipe for disaster. In one month I graduated high school, got married (to my high school sweet heart of 6 yrs) and my husband shipped out for basic training. Can't imagine why I ballooned from 110lbs. to 200lbs. after the birth of my son.
After the birth of my son I did the most horrible thing you could do to lose weight.....I exercised like a fool and survived on 2 slim fasts a day...until I passed out and my family "baby sat" me at every meal.
My family (my husband,son and myself) moved from Pennsylvania to Texas. It was a very emotional time for me. I had recovered from my brief encounter with an eating disorder. But now I was 18 with a new baby and husband, half way across the country from my family. I did surprisingly well making good food choice and working out every day. I even got down to a size 10! Four months later we got orders to move.
Moving was a hard thing for me. My husband had to go ahead over seas. While my son and I had to wait on our passports. So we moved back up north. During that stressful time I started to slip and started to gain weight.
Our passports finally arrived and off we went! I was so excited! My excitement soon plummeted. My marriage took a rocky turn. I sat in a foreign county with no support, except for food. So I rose up to 190lbs. Food was my comfort...it was ALWAYS there.
After about one year we pulled our marriage out of the gutter and started enjoying walking and hiking and rock climbing (well my husband and son did....I hiked to it but never climbed) The pounds started to slowly disappear again! Ricky and I would walk all over the place while daddy was at work.
Then I was pregnant again. This time I didn't change my exercise levels and did fairly well! The weight I put on with my daughter came off with almost no effort what so ever. We continued a very active life style. Things were moving along great. (I should have knocked on wood here)
Nine months after my daughter was born I found out I was pregnant again. Two weeks after finding out I was pregnant I started to miscarry. It was a long horrible depressing time for me. After two months of spotting the doctors had to take action because my body would not give up the fetus. Over those two months I gained so much weight. I didn't care. I cared about two things my son and my daughter.........



I will finish my story in more post to come. I think it is so very important to understand how you got where you are. You can't change it unless you acknowledge it. Good luck to all that will join me on the journey to see my toes!!