… little overweight due to a thyroid condition!
For the past 5 years (it might have started even earlier, but I’ve been feeling the consequences for about 5 years now), I had difficulties breathing while exercising, I gained weight (a lot), I received weird looks from people who either assumed I ate a lot or at least unhealthy stuff and people who knew me gave me advice on how to stick to a diet.
While I have to admit I enjoy real food (I’m not, never will be, and don’t want to be like those skinny model types), I don’t eat a lot and what I eat tends to be healthy, well-balanced and home cooked. My parents will tell you that I don’t care much for cake or cookies, although I have a passion for good chocolate. Plus, I gained weight even though I was working out. What it all comes down to is that I went through a tough time and it took a loooooooong time (and a lot of misdiagnoses), for my GP to diagnose hypo-thyroidism. What a relief that diagnosis was for me – most of my friends and people who saw me at university or on the street still didn’t understand what that meant and blamed my lifestyle for how I looked, but I KNEW it wasn’t my fault that I kept gaining weight.
It’s a chronic condition, but I’m actually on the right (and quite low) medicine, I felt better, didn’t get tired all the time, my breathing got a lot easier and I’m now starting to train for my first half-marathon EVER in february. Today I’m so happy I could cry. For the first time in 5 years, I actually lost 3.3 lbs. While that might not sound like a reason to celebrate to most people, it is a HUGE breakthrough for this girl – I feel I’m about to reclaim my life.
Btw, I didn’t celebrate by eating a chocolate bar, instead I got on the stepper for a 1/2 hour😉 Here’s a picture of me crossing the finish line after the 5k walk in Philly. We’ll see if you can spot any changes when seeing a picture of me crossing the finish line at the LIVESTRONG Austin Half Marathon 2012! One thing won’t change, though, I’ll still shed a few tears when crossing the finish line, but that’s more than ok!!
3 months, 15 hours, 19 minutes to go – GAME ON, cancer!