I joined this site a few weeks ago after seeing my GP for a long time coming confrontation. I knew I had to do it but even that first step was awful. I know I'm obese. Extremely obese. But I knew only my Dr could tell me the dreaded number. So after stalling as long as I could I saw my GP who gave me the figure. It was more than I thought. It actually took my breath away. My Mum who was there supporting/pushing me asked me. I could only hold up my fingers in stages for her to add up the numbers. 213. I was 213 kgs.
So action plans put in place with referrals and blood tests etc. I left that GP appointment to go home to process. That number is stuck in my head. I can't believe I'm walking around carrying that amount of weight. I knew this was why I was constantly tired but now with the actual number confirmed everything made sense. And to say I was scared and had a melt down is an understatement.
The next step was to start moving at least 10 mins extra every day and building that up. It been a few weeks of denial but I am officially starting to be accountable for what I eat starting today. (I hate the word diet) and the movement (ugh exercise) part of the plan starts next week.
So I guess I'm hoping to use this website, in particular this forum, to address my emotional/mental support. Only 3 people in this world know my number of kgs, me, my Mum and my GP. Now I can add you who is reading this.
Please excuse the long introduction. My name is Bec. I'm 40 years old. I'm 213kgs. I'm scared to death. I hope I can find friendly supportive people on their own journey to share my journey. Thanks.