My mom passed away in July 2014. She battled breast cancer or 7 years and the cancer won. In June 2014, my husband lost his grandfather, Gpa. Gpa was more of a grandfather to me than my own. My paternal grandfather passed away before I was born and my maternal grandfather just wasn’t a huge part of my life. Gpa, was my grandfather for the 10 plus years I knew him. Between my moms passing in July and March, I lost 6 more friends, loved ones or neighbors.
Spring of 2015 brought some dark days for me to work through and I began noticing some changes in my life; the most noticeable was I began gaining weight. After my 4 children were born, I had seen a bigger struggle in losing weight but was able to see progress getting with 15 pounds of my goal weight. This was different. No matter what I was trying, I was gaining weight. I tried the 21 day fix, shakeology and the eating plan included. I worked out at least 5 days a week and only saw the scale increase.
In November of 2017, I had had enough, I was at my peak weight and unwilling to continue gaining. I was 85 pounds away from my goal weight and that was more than I was willing to live with. Even though I had mentioned my concerns to my doctor regarding my weight gain but hadn’t received any guidance or help. This time I wasn’t going to back down until I received help. I was referred to the non-surgical weight management center connected to my hospital/physicians group.
Asking for help was not easy. Accepting that I wasn’t cutting it and that I needed help was humbling. The phone call was the hardest part. Stepping into the office was easy. There was no shame because every face looking back at my in the waiting room was there for the same reason. There was a sense of teamwork and being there together… for the same reason.
A body composition test revealed my metabolic rate was next to nothing. My muscle mass was way above average. It’s pretty safe to say that as I continued to push myself to exercise, joining the gym and walking 3.5 miles every other day while strength training the others was, in fact, causing me to gain weight. Stepping on the scale only told me what I already knew; my weight was out of control and unhealthy.
The doctor offered me several options of plans to work with and I chose the one that seemed right for me. I have 3 powder packets to mix with 9oz of water 3 times a day and one granola bar as a snack. As long as I eat all 4 items I’m taking in 100% of all the vitamins, nutrients and such that I need. I’m not hungry and I’m not craving ANYTHING. Every once in a while, I’ll feel a bit hungry in the late afternoon and I’m allowed a snack such as a string cheese, boiled egg or romaine lettuce for example. Total, my caloric intake is a mere 800 calories each day.
Needless to say, my energy level is LOW. A flight of stairs will leave me winded and there’s absolutely no way I could exercise, so my gym membership is on hold. Day 3 or so was the worst day; I experienced ‘keto flu’. It’s a sign that my body was now entering a state of ketosis (burning my fat stores for engery instead of sugar for a quick energy boost). The morning after this ‘keto flu’, I woke up feeling alert and awake for the first time in maybe a decade. I no longer yawn my way through the day!
I began this journey on December 6 2017 and as of January 10, 2018 when I last stepped on the scale (at home, which is 3 pounds heavier than the office scale), I have 58 pounds to my goal weight meaning I’ve lost 27 pounds. I’m banking on that number being less since the scales are not reading the same.
My next appointment will be on the 22nd and I’ll retake the body composition test. I’m interested to see how my numbers have changed. At this appointment, I believe I’ll be talking about transitioning to less packets so that I can enjoy a keto-friendly dinner with my family. I’m excited but nervous about that proposition all at the same time.
58 pounds to my goal weight is so encouraging! It definitely keeps me going with my current plan.