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So I lost 6 pounds this week.  Which is awesome. I just don’t feel like I am doing the best I could be though. I remember about 9 months ago when I started this weight loss thing and ended up losing 55 pounds I did so much better. I wrote down everything I ate, I exercised every morning… Yeah I need to start implementing exercise. This past week all I did was cut out the things I cut out the first time : Soda, Fried Food, and pretty much red meat.

 Anyway I am well on my way again and I am excited… just one question for anyone who reads this:

Does your significant other support you in your weight loss journey.. in supporting I mean help you along and they try watching what they eat too? If not, how do you get past that to not let it get in the way of your goal?

 My ex husband never supported me, and I would give up and then we’d end up eating out all the time (double quarter pounders large fries large soda, kind of thing) Thats how I ended up to be 270 pounds.

Well now I have moved back home with my mom and her and my step-dad like to eat out all the time (and by the time I get off work I don’t feel like cooking just for myself) And also my boyfriend likes to eat whatever. (2 or 3 sandwhiches at a time. Or last night I got home and he had downed two hot dogs that I know of and then we ended up going to dinner with my mom after that and he had a huge burger and fries) It just makes it hard when you feel like you are the only one on your journey and like there is noone running along side you cheering you on. You know what I mean?

How do you keep the stresses of life from consuming your every thought? I don’t know about anyone else, but when I get stressed and frustrated I eat… I eat chocolate… or cake… or something sweet.

 Last night I let my stress of all my medical bills get the best of me (kind of… I ate a couple pieces of chocolate rather than the entire huge bar)….

I am such a worry wart…. I want to know how not to be…

I just really got depressed last night… being envious of my younger siblings…

My brother(almost 23) who is getting married a month from today, who just bought a new house, who has a good paying job…

Then My baby sister (21) who is planning on quitting her job by October (once she has enough money saved for her to give to my mom to pay her bills for a few months) so that she can move to California for a while to be with her boyfriend and not have to work while she is out there… what a luxury…

And here I am… 24, divorced at 22, moved back home with my mother, knee deep in medical bills that seem neverending… and health problems I wish I didn’t have, because my mom treats me like I am not 24…

 Sorry for the pitty party. I had to get it out. I just want to know how not to let stress get the best of me….

One of my best friends helped me some last night and reminded me how blessed I really am, and I am thankful he enlightened me… it helped.

Anyway enough ranting…

Hello, my name is Alicia.  (*Hello Alicia*)

Ha now that we got that out of the way, I sat here on my computer last night uploading a new photo of my boyfriend and I that was taken yesterday, and I was mortified.

See this past fall I started seeing a dietician and it was very successful. I saw her from November to January and was able to lose 55 pounds! I was elated… I was over half way to my weight goal. My highest weight before I started was 270 and I was able to get down to about 216. Well going to see her got really expensive and I couldn’t afford it any longer. And for a while I continued to do great. Continued to eat right. Continued to exercise….

Then I went to see my Cardiologist for my annual check-up on April 21st and I was stoked to be able to show him that I had lost all that weight. Well the appointment went fine until he told me he wanted to send me to another specialist (electrophysiologist) because of some episodes of near fainting at work and irregular heart beat spells I had been having. All within 2 to 3 weeks my life changed drastically… I ended up having surgery on May 8th to have a defibrillator put in, because I am apt to having my heart send me into a dangerous heart rhythm that can cause sudden death and so this defibrillator is supposed to shock my heart back if need be… talk about scary and a big life change! I was only 23… a defibrillator to save my life! What!?!?

Well that was a very stressful time… very scary time and I just gave up caring.. I’ve been eating whatever I wanted. and for 6 weeks after surgery I wasn’t able to be totally active so I haven’t really exercised  since before surgery. There have been the occasional walks with my sister and best friend, but thats all.

Almost 3 months later after surgery I have gained about 20 pounds… The picture I have shown was taken before I had gained weight back…. my hope is to get to that point again and even more so push past that point and get to my goal weight of 180….

 So here I am… to get serious about my weight loss again…

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