Growing up I didn't struggle with my weight at all, except 5th grade. In 5th grade I was a little pudgy, but I quickly outgrew that stage and didn't have other issues until after I had my first son. If you had told me 16 years ago that I would become morbidly obese, I would have laughed. I was even a firefighter (volunteer position) for a couple years. I was proud of how in shape I was and how strong I was. I was 125 lbs when I got preg. I was 20.
Then came the baby by c-section, surgery to repair damage by baby, then excuses, excuses, excuses....
I lost a bunch (around 40-50 lbs) of the weight when Kris was 2. Didn't stay off long before I started gaining it back. Lost about 28 in 1999 just by giving up sodas. Then I got preg. again. New baby, c-section, excuses, excuses excuses. Moved to Germany in 2001. There came Germany chocolate and pastries. Yummy. More pounds packed on. Husband deployed=weight gain X 5 deployments and multiple field exercise= one big unhappy Robin. I then fell down a flight of stairs, broke my tailbone, injured my hip and back. From there came more excuses. It became too painful to walk let alone exercise. Just got bigger and bigger.
I tried weight loss diets. Did slim fast (found out I have lactose problems). Atkins caused a 'backup' in my plumbing ;). Counting calories didn't work for me. I don't eat enough most days and had to force myself to eat enough calories. I gained weight by not eating enough and not making the right choices when I do. I have tried to just limit portions the last few months and have started working again and have lost 10 lbs since April. I have over 120 more to go.
I am not trying to make more excuses. I know the fault is mine. I didn't "catch a virus and get fat". I got fat because I didn't take care of myself and what I ate.
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