Today I went to the doctor's about symptoms including woozy/spacey head and headaches. She ruled out anything serious but took some bloods to check for diabetes etc. She also weighed me and took my BP.
My BP was 158/98 which is not bloody surprising, given that I weight SIXTEEN AND A HALF STONE. Bloody. Hell. Of course I knew I was putting on weight, but I feel utterly shell-shocked. Just five years ago I was under nine stone - chronic illness has meant I can't exercise, and I originally kept the weight off by walking miles a day, often 10+ miles. I have a history of eating disorders - I was 18st about 15 years ago and lost 10st at WW, but I got obsessive and ended up under 7st. I recovered but I'm wary of dieting, in case I end up back there. DH is a recovering anorexic too (he weighed just over 6st when we met) so I have to be very careful with talk of diets, and we don't have scales in the house.
I'm especially worried as DM died way too young as a result of complications from morbid obesity/high BP (she had several strokes, heart attacks and type 2 diabetes). I am 43 now and don't want to die in 17 years.
I'm going to start by not snacking. I can't count calories, it's too close to my anorexic behaviour and I'm terrified of being triggered (or triggering DH). I'm also going to watch portion sizes, which I know is a problem for me. Then, we'll take it from there.
Sorry for the essay, I just needed to let it out and put my intentions somewhere tangible! Also, if there's anyone else for whom the gung-ho, all or nothing approach is just a bit too daunting and wants to take it in stages (so no mad crash dieting, obsessing over pounds lost and instead making small, sustainable changes), please feel free to join me. Let's do this calmy and gently, shall we?! 