2017 gave me a superpower I never thought I’d have: the ability to lose weight. Not that losing weight is the end all be all of anything you can do, but for a woman who has suffered from an autoimmune disease that’s notorious for packing on the pounds, I never thought I’d see the scale go down.
It really began in 2016. In May of that year, I moved to Austin, started a new job, and switched medication for thyroid disease all within a matter of days. With any major life changes, your body is going to change too. Between the excitement of the new job and the medication, I gained almost 40 pounds in about 45 days.
The weight gain happened so fast that I didn’t even know it until I stepped on the scale and saw the number for my own eyes. That was on a weekend, and Monday morning, I called the doctor’s office, frustrated that this was happening. Medication was supposed to make me feel better and eventually help me lose weight, not gain it. I got my medication dosage increased and thankfully that ended the weight gain.
But the situation made me realize I needed a new doctor.
It took me almost six months to find a new doctor for my thyroid between the election and life, but I finally met a doctor in October. When I stepped on the scale, I was 248 pounds.
I’m considered tall at 5’7″, so I’m lucky with a longer torso, all my weight and fat doesn’t quite end up all in the same spot. I don’t look like I weigh as much as I do. Or maybe I do and we just have no concept of what 250 pounds actually looks like.
When I met with the new doctor the first time, there were two things she wanted to see changed (in addition to getting my thyroid under check): my acne and my weight. She told me that her practice had a dietician.
I met with the dietician in January.
By June, I was down to 225 pounds.
July, I hit 220.
And since then? Well, I’ll be honest, I’ve gained a little bit of it back. I’m at about 224 right now but I’m okay with that. That’s still almost 25 pounds down in a year. I’m only 24, I can give myself another year to lose more weight. Ideally, I’d love to lose enough weight to be back down to what I was in high school: 175. Even while I’m determined to get there, I know I won’t look like what I looked like in high school.
That’s okay. I was kind of dorky looking in high school.
But even at 224 pounds, which is probably high for most people, I have this new confidence about my body. Because I know it can. It can lose weight, it can change for the better. A year ago? I couldn’t squat. I’d fall over because I had no core strength.
In addition to the dieting, I’ve become a regular gym girl. Now, after doing so for twelve months, I can squat down, and I can do it in five inch heels.
25 pounds in one year may not seem like a lot. Most days it doesn’t feel like a lot to me, because I still have so much to still do. I tend to look at the things I do in my life and think of them as mediocre (Like publishing books), but I lost a lot of weight. I went down two pant sizes and I feel better than I ever have in my adult life. 25 pounds may not seem like a lot, but it’s a hell of a good start.