Well....Let's Give it another try...
The following is a rather lengthy historical tome, so if you're easily bored and/or just interested in my Medifast journey save yourself some time and skip this post and wait for my next one which will deal with the hear and now and Medifast.
My name's Carmel and I was named after my parents' favorite little town on the California coast. (I often thank God that Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan wasn't another one of their faves!)
Was very athletic as a child and teen and never really had a weight problem until college. I remember right before my 21st birthday I decided I needed to drop a few pounds, went on WW and lost 20# in one month. (Thus conditioning me to think..."Losing weight is a cinch.. I can drop weight anytime I want to.")
Married my college sweetheart right after graduation in 1972. Fast forward 8 years and I'm the mother of 3 young sons, 6, 3 & 2. Should be a happy time, but it's not. I weighed 300 pounds and my marriage was on the rocks. Turned out all that social drinking hubby did while we were in college wasn't just a passing phase. He was an alcoholic. I felt like a doormat, depressed, tired all the time, and undeserving of any love or positive vibes. That year, however, something clicked in my brain and I decided to get my act together.
Hubby and I separated. He took a job in Oregon and the boys and I stayed in California. I joined the Diet Center and lost 80 pounds in 3 months.(See, I told you I can drop weight anytime I want to...!) DH comes down for Christmas to see the boys. He quit drinking, agreed to go to counseling and we reconcile. I feel great and look pretty good. Apparently, too good 'cuz I get pregnant with my 4th and final son. I also put back on all the weight I had lost and then some.
Still, life is good, I have my four sons, my husband, and we're financially secure, but it only lasts a couple of years. DH is diagnosed with bone cancer on his spine. The subsequent radiation treatment winds up frying his spinal cord and he wound up being paralyzed from the chest down. He spent the remainder of his life in a wheelchair. He was only 33 years old. Joe was 6'3" and around 230 pounds when he became disabled. At the time I remember thinking in the back of my head that I needed to remain heavy in order to be able to physically assist him. (I seem to have had this ability to justify my weight according to the circumstances of my life at the time.)
The cancer metastisized and Joe passed away 6 years later after waging a valiant fight against the big C. So I found myself widowed, with four young sons, at the ripe old age of 39.
Here was my thinking at that time... "Hmmm... I really need to be 'big' so I can carry that load. Plus the extra weight helps me to keep focused on my sons. No chance of any distractions with the opposite sex as long as I'm fat. Yup, weight = strength and I need all the strength I can muster right now."
Now here's the kicker...six years later I'm diagnosed with uterine cancer! The cause according to my gyn is "too much estrogen". (I remember kidding with my sons on my hospital bed that old ma was just "too much of a woman" for her own good.) I came to find out later that estrogen is stored in fat, and that my adipose tissue was probably the major contributor to my cancer. Never thought of fat as being a carcinogen! I mean, I had quit smoking because I KNEW that was a major cause....but didn't know about fat and its connection to certain cancers. So if you all need another reason to lose weight...here's a BIG one!
Well, it's 11 years later and I'm still here.
Three of my four sons graduated from college. Oldest went to CalTech, #2 went to University of Michigan, and youngest graduated from Notre Dame. My 3rd son, Nick has cerebral palsy, and after graduating from high school and living at home for a few more years, recently moved to an assisted living home with other young adults. It's less than 10 miles from home, so we can visit weekly. Oldest son had his "15 minutes" of fame back in 2000 and gave me one of my proudest moments as a Mom. Second son is a bureau chief at the Detroit Free Press. He's married and has a 3 year old little girl..(light of my life...) and his wife's expecting their next, a boy, in October. Youngest married his college sweetheart after his graduation from college. He is a clinical trials coordinator at Stanford University Hospital and plans on going back to school to become a nurse practitioner.
My sons are my proudest achievement. They are just great guys, loving, caring, sensitive and fiercely protective of old ma. I feel very blessed to have been given the opportunity to encourage and help them reach their early goals, and very lucky to have them all turn out as well as they did.
So, here I am, 56 years old and finally starting to get an idea of who I am. Last year I quit my job of 25 years and embarked on a new profession. The past 12 months has been a roller coaster ride with emotions alternating between nausea and "joie de vivre". Sometimes I wonder "what was I thinking???" when I left my old job. But, then I think about how now I'm pretty much the master of my own destiny, I work from home, no one looking over my shoulder, no commute traffic, and more importantly, I have the ability to care for my 85 year old mom, who lives with me here in Gilroy, in a stressfree environment.
Well..that all for now...(And aren't you glad?!?) Next posting will deal with Medifast and how it has brought me to this point.