When I was maybe 13 years old, my mother took me to Gloria Stevens, a weight-loss salon where, if you dropped weight, staff members would shake maracas and the entire facility would go wild. The simplest way to describe it is that it was similar to a circuit training studio. I visited the Diet Center when I was a high school student, and I lost 144 pounds before I graduated. A few years later, I re-joined Weight Watchers to reduce weight for my wedding for the second or third time.
Yes, I'm glad to be a mother, and I do have the scars to prove it, but the majority of my problems are the result of making bad decisions and failing to love myself enough to be concerned about the repercussions those decisions had on my body. Well, there's no use weeping about it at this point; it is what it is. The only thing that matters is that I've discovered what works for me. I can only take action today. not the day prior.
The loss of my youngest daughter was unquestionably the lowest point in my life, and I grew to my greatest size. During her life, I also ate horribly because we spent more time in hospitals than at home. For various reasons, we had to travel to Halifax frequently for surgery and stay there for extended periods of time. I wouldn't change anything about how she kept us occupied, although fast food became a constant. Poof, I once weighed more than 270 pounds at my highest.
Nothing worked for me despite my attempts at numerous diets, including Weight Watchers and Diet Center.
My turning point came in 2017 when our oldest graduated and I realized how many photos others had taken of me without my knowledge or permission. I was ashamed of myself and realized that I needed to learn to control myself.
One day as I was scrolling through Instagram, I came across some Keto accounts and began asking questions about this way of living. I am happy to report that, two and a half years after I reached my greatest weight, I had lost 100 pounds.