Warning, this is a long post :)
I used to be "not fat". In 1985, when we got married, I was really quite slim :)
and although I put on some weight over the years, even in 1995 I was still "a little bit plump" rather than morbidly obese.
I was fit and healthy, very active with a full time and demanding job, a house and garden ( not Compost Mansions but a smaller house and garden in Worcester) and Compostman and I spent weekends from March to October out competing in Speed Hillclimbs and Sprints in our racing car. We were pretty good at it as well :) Weekday evenings were spent fettling the car for the next event, or digging the garden and yes! there was composting involved even then :)
But, as some of you may know, a few years after we moved to Compost Mansions in 1997 I became very ill as a result of an adverse reaction to an antibiotic, while being treated
for an infected gallbladder. Overnight in Feb 2001 I developed an auto immune, rheumatoid condition called Erythema Nodosum, along with various other unpleasant ailments. Although I took all the medication on offer I struggled to even walk or grip a mug or wash myself, felt terrible all the time and expended what little energy I did have, to make sure Compostgirl (a baby and then small child at this time) did not suffer because I was unwell.
Despite being so unwell I still did all sorts of stuff with her, looked after her as a SAHM, we went out to parties and play sessions and had friends round and I was very good at struggling on and putting on a "brave face" to everyone bar a few close friends and Compostman. And then, after Compostgirl had gone to bed, I would collapse. I was advised by the medics to rest as much as possible but realistically, how can a parent with a young child, AND a house, AND animals and any kind of work, (we lived here so there was always work to be done outside) manage to "rest" ? I used to ask the medics that, but I could never get an answer!
We had no living parents or siblings or other relatives to help us - so it was just my wonderful Compostman who shouldered most of the extra work, along with a couple of good and lovely friends ( you know who you are :) and I love you forever for helping us in our years of need) To be truthful I don't like to remember how awful that period was, as apart from having Compostgirl, life was pretty grim.
Anyway, I spent several years on many different
medications, and in and out of hospital, being seen by all sorts of
different specialists and having many, some very unpleasant, tests. The most alarming was when I had a scan which required me to become radioactive beforehand - I swallowed the drink with the isotope in, and THEN I was told to go off into Hereford for a couple of hours while it was absorbed, but "not to sit close to anyone" and also "not to cuddle my baby or breast feed her for 24 hours " because I was radioactive !!!
I was not impressed with this.
To cut a long story short, I was very ill and very incapacitated for several years and on top of everything else was also additionally diagnosed with CFS.
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June 2006 |
By 2006, by dint of applying
holistic therapies, an organic diet, pacing myself and conserving my
energy whenever I could (and dropping the medication in favour of herbal
and aromatherapy pain remedies - it worked for me but check with your
GP first!), I had recovered enough to get back to a small amount of work
(as opposed to
the unpaid work I do, and did then, here, day in day out!) so I
volunteered
as a Master Composter, then became self employed - first teaching
Organic Gardening and running Eco
clubs in schools,then in 2008 I trained as a
Forest School leader and finally in 2010 trained as an Adult Lecturer.
You can read about all this elsewhere on this blog :)
I still
felt exhausted a lot of the time and I would be flattened by any bugs
"doing the rounds" but on the whole I had a bit more of a normal life.
At least until the evening, which was when I would collapse.
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April 2008 |
I was VERY active both at work and on our
smallholding and I continued to eat apparently very healthily and also lead a healthy lifestyle - but still was
gaining weight. Eating less and doing more did not work for me.
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March 2010 |
By mid 2013 I was feeling worse and worse again, brain fog,
joint aches, bloating after meals, passing wind, itchy eyes, itch skin and all sorts of niggling ailments which were "nothing in particular" but which made my life miserable. It was a
struggle to keep working. I just wanted to sleep all the time. I also would be overcome with the desire to eat endless slices of wholemeal toast and Marmite, even after a couple of slices for breakfast - I would crave more all day. I did not often have any more, but it was there in my mind. I also craved sandwiches and pasta and potatoes.
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July 2013 |
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Oct 2013 |
As the months went by I got fatter and more bloated, despite (as far as I could see) not eating any more food than before. My weight and mood would fluctuate quite a bit and I was SO tired, all the time. I assumed this was the extra weight I was lugging around as well as "just" the CFS affecting me.
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Feb 2014 |
The first half of 2014 was horrible for me - I was getting fatter and more unwell but couldn't seem to lose any weight however much I tried ( and oh how I tried) .
The turning point finally came when I was rushed into hospital on 28 June 2014 due to an infected
Blandford Fly bite. My
arm had turned sceptic and my blood pressure had
rocketed to more than 220/135 – that’s stroke and heart attack range!
I was admitted and spent a few days on an iv antibiotic drip, which helped the septicaemia. I was also put on medication to try to get the
very high BP figure down. In addition I got a friendly but very serious talk from a
consultant about how much my weight was affecting my health - all stuff I
knew but had chosen to go "la la" and cover my ears about.
This time, I listened. I was in a lot of pain, very ill and very
frightened. I was in an acute admissions ward, surrounded by some seriously
unwell people, I had to listen to a crash team working for many hours
on the lady next door. Listening to people die around you tends to concentrate the mind a lot
on mortality - I knew I had to do something to change the way things were
with me, or I would be dead soon. So this time I vowed TO DO SOMETHING about the mess I was in.
After
discharge from hospital I spent another two weeks recovering at home,
on lots of medication and mostly in bed, with lots of time, and
serious reason, to have a good hard think about my life and the way I
was treating myself. The BP medication was making me feel even worse and I did not want to
take it forever, which is what I was being told I would have to do.
I had a copy of Zoe Harcombe's book " Stop counting calories and start losing weight" by my bed - I had read it the previous year and found it interesting but gave up on Day 3 of Phase 1 of The Harcombe Diet as I felt so dreadful. This time, I read it properly and suddenly it all clicked
into place. This time I was motivated to do The Harcombe Diet properly. It was summer, I
had unlimited organic salad growing in the garden and poly tunnel so I had no excuse.
But
mainly I was frankly terrified that if I did not do something
about how fat I had become, I might not be around those I loved much
longer. My mother sadly had a stroke, the first of many, when I was
only 11 and she spent the rest of her life (another 15 years) in
hospitals, paralysed and in a wheelchair, unable to speak and with
brain damage.
The thought of putting my family through what I
had gone through as a child, growing up without my mum, finally
spurred me into action to improve my own health. I did not want to die of a stroke or heart
attack!
I had not had any alcohol since the day I was admitted to hospital
and did not start drinking again so that helped.
My diet was 'apparently' very good - lots of wholemeal home made bread
and wholemeal pasta, organic meat, dairy and veg (lots of the veg home
grown) but looking back my food was very heavily carb laden, especially
wheat (even though it was organic and wholemeal!) I had
lots of symptoms of Candida/Food Intolerance which I thought were just
the CFS, and although I did not eat many sweet things my savoury choices
were still carb laden and I also mixed fats and carbs all the time.
I think my food choices were feeding the Candida, to be honest.
So after two weeks of convalescence, where I did not eat as much (was sort of
doing THD Phase 2 ) or drink any alcohol I got on my scales - and I had lost
16 lbs !!! Ok I thought, this is good
but I knew I needed to lose a lot more weight to get my health back on
track. And I had been very ill so had not had much appetite etc.
I felt dreadful for the first five days without caffeine and I could
have killed for toast, butter and Marmite (my food of choice) but I
figured as I still felt dreadful anyway, due to recovering from illness,
I would just keep on and stick to what the book said. And then...I
started to feel livelier, more clear headed, less sluggish and my sleep
was deep and refreshing. Each day, I felt a little better.
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29 July 2014 |
In the first month I lost 27 lbs
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Sept 2014 |
between July and Sept I lost 4 Stone.
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Oct 2014 |
Since then I
have slowly re-introduced various foodstuffs, one at a time. As a result I
have identified that I have a real issue with wheat, as even organic,
wholemeal bread seems to make me bloated with achy joints and pain in my stomach. I have
more recently found that dairy products also disagree with me so have
now cut out milk and cheese. Fortunately I still seem OK with butter!
Unfortunately drinking even small amounts of beer upsets me
(shame!) However, drinking my home-made organic cider does not. So
that’s my new “cheating” tipple of choice!
My
former diet was “apparently” very good - lots of wholemeal
home-made bread and wholemeal pasta, organic meat, dairy and
home-grown veg. However, looking back, my food was very heavily
carbohydrate laden, with lots of wheat based foods. What I now know
is that my food choices were feeding the Candida lurking inside me
and my wheat intolerance made it all even worse, hence a lot of the bloating.
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Oct 2014 |
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Xmas Day 2014 |
Seven
months in, and I can honestly say that I have not felt this good for
more than a decade. I feel SO much better! I sleep well and wake up
raring to go and keep active all day. I bounce around full of energy,
and my BP is now within the bounds of normal so I am off the medication.
I
look in the mirror and I am so pleased with how healthy I look. I’ve
lost seven stone and dropped four dress
sizes since I started this way of eating. I can finally wear clothes
that I stashed away years ago!
I recently put on my ’bum
bag’, with the waist-strap set from the last time I wore it, back
in mid-June 2014. I had to adjust it in by 12 inches!
My
family are delighted and very relieved at how much weight I
have lost and how much healthier I
am. Friends have commented on how good I look, how clear my skin is
and how bright my eyes are. My nails are no longer flaky and chewed
looking, but long and strong. I have even started varnishing them for
the first time in 10 years!
Yes,
I have a lot more weight to lose but I know that if I just carry on
doing what I have been doing, I will get there eventually. There is loads of online support from The Harcombe Diet Club Forum and I have made some good friends on it. I also have the joy of being able to buy "normal"
clothes and underwear from mainstream stores. Sounds trivial I know,
but it made my life miserable not being able to just pick up a pack
of knickers or a tee shirt from a High St shop!
I am now more than 2/3 of the way to the weight I want to be. I am
happier, healthier and fitter than I have been for 15 years - since
before I first got ill back in 2001! I am "on target" to get back to where I was 15 years ago - and I know I can do it by sticking to The Harcombe Diet way of eating.
I have a private blog detailing my weight reduction journey so if you would like to join, please email me.