Question(s) to end the week...

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Question(s) to end the week...
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Fri, 07-27-2007 - 10:37am
Looking backward, what point in your life do you think sent you on the track to obesity?

Annie

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Registered: 07-17-2007
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 10:43am

When I was growing up my parents always had healthy food in the house. We were allowed occasional treats, but we didn't really want them all that much. That changed for me when I was about 12. I met a friend in school, who became my best friend for a few years and all she ate was junk!

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Registered: 01-27-2004
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 12:22pm

My parents were totally food-obsessed (and both grossly overweight).

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Registered: 03-26-2003
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 1:53pm

I had two very major, very tragic events happen early in life.

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Registered: 03-01-2006
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 3:50pm

Hi Kelly,

I am so impressed and inspired by how clearly you've identified the root of your destructive behaviors, and how you're working through to a healthier solution. It breaks my heart to think of a child going through such major traumas, but gives me hope that you're moving through to the other side.

On a much, much more trivial note... I don't think I've told you how much I love your siggie. I find it inspirational just seeing that at the bottom of a post.

Take care,

Misha

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Registered: 03-01-2006
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 3:51pm
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Registered: 03-01-2006
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 3:59pm

Hi Mary,

Sounds like a nasty witches' brew to me! (Witches? Did I get that right?)

"I also wish I could have figured out a LOT earlier that food only fills the stomach, not the heart." One of the really tough lessons to comprehend... still working on that one on a daily basis, as I'm sure many on the board are.

But you DO have us, right? And your own strengths and passions in life to help you continue to move forward. So hang in there, my dear!

Misha

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Registered: 01-27-2004
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 4:10pm

Well, I HAVE been called worse than witch!

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Registered: 03-01-2006
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 6:10pm

NO, no, no, no, no... I didn't mean to call YOU a witch... just those who brewed up that cocktail of toxins for you in your youth! Unless, of course, we are talking about the beneficent Glenda the Good sort, I suppose... then you can claim "w" status if you so choose.

<< you are so d*mn cute!>>

Misha

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Registered: 01-27-2004
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 6:52pm

I'm partial to Minerva MacGonagall, myself.


I understood you, and I think you're incredibly sweet.

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Registered: 05-08-2006
Fri, 07-27-2007 - 8:49pm

I have fought with my weight for most of my adult life - the first time in my senior year in high school. I think the stress of knowing I would be leaving home to go to college, which was very hard for me, combined with some other things, somehow combined and what I remember of that year is potato chips and reese's peanut butter cups...and at my graduation, someone else's mother saying 'Oh my dear, you have gained weight...'

It came off pretty easily when I went to college-I came to the city where I walked everywhere, and I had very little money so I didn't eat junk food and I was back in shape.

I yo-yo'd around for a really long time, and I can remember a couple times when I worked really hard to lose 20-30 pounds but every few years, I added a few and it added up.

But the big slide for me came through a combination of Y2K preparation(I work with computers, and I worked 70-80 hour weeks for a long time-I though the vending machine and the pizza delivery guys were my friend), and then I broke my ankle and wrist at the same time-and for three months I left the house only to go to work-and when I got there, I mostly stayed at my desk. That, combined with the illness and death of both my wonderful stepmother and a beloved uncle just combined again so that I put no effort into controlling my weight. I was dug in so deep, I couldn't figure out how to get out of the whole-so I kept digging...with a spoon.

I've said before that I really thought I had no hope, and joining the gym was the way I was going to prove that I was just old and fat and couldn't fix things-my plan was that when it didn't work, I'd work on acceptance. I was so very fortunate that the stars aligned and I ended up with my trainer, because he didn't know that I was planning to fail, and he kept encouraging me along, and -surprise, exercise and eating right actually work!

I can't say that I wish I'd known any of this sooner-I've had a great life for the most part, and I don't know if I'd be as proud of myself now if I hadn't had to work so hard to get here.

SJ
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