Washington State USA

Thank you for that. It doesn't feel like it most days. I've been at this for 17 days now and I don't really see any results from my hard work. Which is a problem for me. It's so easy to get demotivated. But I am still kicking myself out the door several times a week to get walking or do... something. My doctor recommended walking several times a day, but even that is a struggle. I'm unemployed at the moment so anything that requires membership isn't an option. I even checked with YMCA about a free/reduced membership and they want the paycheck information of the people I live with, which I think is just ridiculous and invasive.

You are quite the inspiration! I am so proud of you. I know I don't know you, but it's always so exciting to see people with medical conditions an slightly obese to well, more obese really working hard and making a difference. That is so amazing that you are really working very hard. Have you seen a difference? I ask because I get so depressed when I know I've been working so very hard and just get disappointed because there seems to be no difference at all. I don't know about you, but I have been talking to doctor after doctor with my medical conditions and bringing up every time, why am I struggling to loose weight? I eat really healthy, I exercise every day and now I am up to walking 3 - 4 miles on average every day, and I am incorporating 5 lb weights. I have had some doctors try to tell me that maybe it's bad genes and this is just the way its going to be the rest of my adult life. I'm sorry but I just can not accept that. Before my car accidents, before all the illness, before all the surgeries, I WAS IN GREAT SHAPE! I walked, I ran, I swam, I skated on roller blades, I biked, I danced, I went hiking multiple times a month every summer, on a rare occasion I even rock climbed. It seems like ever sense my abusive relationship started with the abuse, and that 1st car accident, everything in my life just seemed to fall apart and ever sense I feel like I'm trying to pick up the pieces and see where they are meant to fit again. I hate it. I see all these people who really work hard and deal with all kinds of mental, and physical illnesses, and they do great. I want to jump up and down and cheer loudly for them. I try not to compare myself but I do. I compare myself to me and me alone, 'what's the matter with me? Why won't my weight change after all the hard work I've done? I feel great, and feel better, but physically I see nothing." This is partly why I am still in therapy.