Hi all, and welcome. First things first…who am I?
Here’s the deal. I turned 40 this year, and I thought by now I’d be feeling great and living life to the fullest. Sadly, that’s not happening. I’m just going through the motions, and I’m fed up.
For most of my life, I have been battling my weight. I have tried nearly every “diet” ever invented…losing weight, never getting to my goal, and then putting on more. It’s an incredibly vicious cycle.
My most “successful” weight loss occurred in 2006-7, where I lost 40 kg. I was starting to feel really good, and shopping in the “regular” clothes stores was the perfect reward.
It was during this time that I started having major gallstone attacks (it’s worse than child birth, trust me). In March 2007 I had lost enough weight so that I was no longer considered a “high risk” patient, and could be admitted as a normal patient to have my gall bladder removed. Afterwards, the surgeon told me that my gall bladder had deteriorated terribly, and they stopped counting stones at 20. It’s no wonder I was in pain. The first thing I wanted to eat as soon as I got home was grilled chicken, green beans, and mashed potato. I hadn’t eaten a potato in months and it was delicious!
Shortly after surgery, I became incredibly depressed and started to stack on the weight again. Only this time it didn’t take years; it was only a matter of months before I’d added 50 kg to my frame. This only served to make my depression worse. I didn’t want to leave the house, didn’t want to be seen in public, and basically wanted to hibernate. I was prescribed anti-depressants, and after adjusting brands and doses, I’m on medication that is helping.
Fast forward to March 2013. Almost overnight I had lost feeling my right hand, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get it back. It was incredibly painful and I had no strength in my hand whatsoever. I went along to the doctors to see what was going on, and was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome. A nerve conduction study and bone scan confirmed this, and I was referred for surgery.
“Let’s do some blood tests to see what else is going on.”
This is when I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. I cried.
At first I was able to manage my diabetes through diet alone, and I was able to lose 15 kg by eating well and exercising my arse off. I also managed to regain feeling in my hand, and have avoided surgery (for now).
I haven’t been as diligent the past few months, however I’ve managed to keep the weight off. Phew! Unfortunately, my blood glucose levels have risen, and I’m now on medication. I’m hoping to avoid insulin injections in the future, but I need to learn to manage what I eat so that my blood glucose levels reduce.
As at today, I weigh 132.2 kg, with a BMI of 50.
My healthy weight range is 49-66 kg.
Essentially I have to lose a whole adult to get to my healthy weight range. Scary stuff!
So, I’m morbidly obese, a type 2 diabetic, and suffer from depression. Just thinking about my battle ahead makes me want to cry, but that’s not going to get me anywhere.
Thanks for joining me on my journey.