NYPDwife
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Hello, let me introduce myself...my name is ShaeLee. I'm a very short (used to be petite, but now just short) wife to the bestest husband and mom to the bestest kids.
I can say that I've always been considered a little heavy. I think I always had issues with food. I grew up in the Bronx in a tight knit Puerto Rican family. I have a ton of cousins and we were always at my grandmother's (Mamita) house. I can remember being dropped off in the mornings and having either farina, pancakes, ham & eggs or Spanish coffee & toast for breakfast most mornings. Then we all walked to school together and after school I was allowed a bowl of cereal for a snack. Dinner usually consisted of some sort of meat (fried chicken, steak or pork chops, yum), rice, beans, sweet plaintains and bread. And we weren't given little portions either. I always got a plate full and was expected to eat it all.
My sister and I were a little "thicker" than most. Although if I look at pictures of myself, I'd say I was pretty healthy. But we were always told by our uncles and aunts and my grandmother who was making me eat large portions that we were overweight. Almost everyday my grandmother would give us cod liver oil pills (good for appetites), yet we were too overweight. No wonder I have issues. Then my skinnier, "delicate" cousin didn't have to take the pills and would be oohed and aahed over b/c she had the perfect skinny long legs. If she didn't want "arroz con gandules" (rice & peas), she got Kraft Mac & Cheese, while my sister and I were encouraged to "clean out our systems" with HOT Milk of Magnesia once a month.
So, needless to say, I don't have the best eating habits. As I type this, I'm reheating leftover pasta and chicken in some sort of creamy sauce. Nice.
The thing is, I don't always remember struggling with my weight until I had my kids. My DD came along at 25 and I started the pregnancy at 115 and ended it at 132. I ate what I wanted and had a healthy 7 lb 8 oz baby girl and I was happy. I went back down to 120 but still had a little "roundness" going on. I gained some weight back and started my pregnancy with DS at 125 and ended at 160. Keep in mind that I'm only 4'9". My lower back will never be the same. My son was a healthy 8 lbs 1 oz and again, I was happy! Went down to 130 afterwards and kept it there.
Cut to two years later and their father and I were getting married. I decided to start taking diet pills. At the time I was also working in the city and had to be in at 7 AM, so here I am, up at 3, popping 2 Xenadrines or Hydroxycuts and going on a 2 mile run with my shepard. Then coming back, taking a shower, getting on the train, passing out for an hour, going to work from 7 -4:30, coming home, getting the kids from the sitter, making a bowl of cereal for myself (the kids ate at the sitters), bathing them and passing out to do it all over the next day. I ran about 3-4 times a week and by the time my wedding came, I barely fit in my dress (I had a corset and couldn't breathe!), but I was down to 117.
Less then a year later, my mom noticed my eye protuding. I went to the doctor and I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. They put me on Tapazole and it's been downhill from there. The meds made me tired, depressed and I gained 20 lbs. I stopped taking them, and then had problems with my ovaries which made me more bloated.
So, four years later, here I am at 140 and I'm not happy. I'm a BIG procrastinator but I figured it's time to do something, b/c as much as hubby says I'm still sexy, I don't feel pretty or sexy and I need to do this for me.
I have a new endocrinologist and they're going to take some more tests of my thyroid, but they're talking about putting me through radiation which would pretty much destroy my thyroid. You know what, it may sound crazy but this made me happy b/c I wouldn't have to take the thyroid slowing meds anymore. If this happened, I can take the thyroid pills which would keep me where I'm supposed to be. Plus, Doc says the radiation therapy would fix my eye and that makes me really happy
. My eye makes me very self-conscious and I hate it.
So, here I am, eating bad pasta for me. It's a sucky, rainy day outside, but I do have plans to start exercising and eating healthy, just, NEXT MONDAY.
Any thoughts?
I can say that I've always been considered a little heavy. I think I always had issues with food. I grew up in the Bronx in a tight knit Puerto Rican family. I have a ton of cousins and we were always at my grandmother's (Mamita) house. I can remember being dropped off in the mornings and having either farina, pancakes, ham & eggs or Spanish coffee & toast for breakfast most mornings. Then we all walked to school together and after school I was allowed a bowl of cereal for a snack. Dinner usually consisted of some sort of meat (fried chicken, steak or pork chops, yum), rice, beans, sweet plaintains and bread. And we weren't given little portions either. I always got a plate full and was expected to eat it all.
My sister and I were a little "thicker" than most. Although if I look at pictures of myself, I'd say I was pretty healthy. But we were always told by our uncles and aunts and my grandmother who was making me eat large portions that we were overweight. Almost everyday my grandmother would give us cod liver oil pills (good for appetites), yet we were too overweight. No wonder I have issues. Then my skinnier, "delicate" cousin didn't have to take the pills and would be oohed and aahed over b/c she had the perfect skinny long legs. If she didn't want "arroz con gandules" (rice & peas), she got Kraft Mac & Cheese, while my sister and I were encouraged to "clean out our systems" with HOT Milk of Magnesia once a month.
So, needless to say, I don't have the best eating habits. As I type this, I'm reheating leftover pasta and chicken in some sort of creamy sauce. Nice.
The thing is, I don't always remember struggling with my weight until I had my kids. My DD came along at 25 and I started the pregnancy at 115 and ended it at 132. I ate what I wanted and had a healthy 7 lb 8 oz baby girl and I was happy. I went back down to 120 but still had a little "roundness" going on. I gained some weight back and started my pregnancy with DS at 125 and ended at 160. Keep in mind that I'm only 4'9". My lower back will never be the same. My son was a healthy 8 lbs 1 oz and again, I was happy! Went down to 130 afterwards and kept it there.
Cut to two years later and their father and I were getting married. I decided to start taking diet pills. At the time I was also working in the city and had to be in at 7 AM, so here I am, up at 3, popping 2 Xenadrines or Hydroxycuts and going on a 2 mile run with my shepard. Then coming back, taking a shower, getting on the train, passing out for an hour, going to work from 7 -4:30, coming home, getting the kids from the sitter, making a bowl of cereal for myself (the kids ate at the sitters), bathing them and passing out to do it all over the next day. I ran about 3-4 times a week and by the time my wedding came, I barely fit in my dress (I had a corset and couldn't breathe!), but I was down to 117.
Less then a year later, my mom noticed my eye protuding. I went to the doctor and I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. They put me on Tapazole and it's been downhill from there. The meds made me tired, depressed and I gained 20 lbs. I stopped taking them, and then had problems with my ovaries which made me more bloated.
So, four years later, here I am at 140 and I'm not happy. I'm a BIG procrastinator but I figured it's time to do something, b/c as much as hubby says I'm still sexy, I don't feel pretty or sexy and I need to do this for me.
I have a new endocrinologist and they're going to take some more tests of my thyroid, but they're talking about putting me through radiation which would pretty much destroy my thyroid. You know what, it may sound crazy but this made me happy b/c I wouldn't have to take the thyroid slowing meds anymore. If this happened, I can take the thyroid pills which would keep me where I'm supposed to be. Plus, Doc says the radiation therapy would fix my eye and that makes me really happy
. My eye makes me very self-conscious and I hate it.So, here I am, eating bad pasta for me. It's a sucky, rainy day outside, but I do have plans to start exercising and eating healthy, just, NEXT MONDAY.
Any thoughts?
