Hello!
I'm Aimee, a 31 year old human learning to live a healthier life. That's me with my puppy Lucy. She says woof.
I began this process after stepping on a scale and seeing angry red numbers flashing 216 pounds at me. It was the most I had ever weighed and I was not a happy camper. I was tired, cranky, dealing with migraines and I finally admitted to myself I was also just plain lazy.
Of course, I didn't go to bed one night a healthy 130 pounds and wake up the next morning 86 pounds heavier, so let me tell you how this happened.
In October 2007 my Mom was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer and her prognosis wasn't pretty. She immediately began chemotherapy, also had radiation. During this time my life revolved around my family. Doctor appointments, keeping track of medications, endless phone calls, treatment sessions, surgeries, finding medical equipment, social workers and hospice, the list goes on and on. I was also working full time and just generally trying to keep things together. Worrying about myself was the last thing on my list.
My Mom eventually stopped all treatment, and my stepdad and I were with her when she passed away on June 15, 2008.
At the same time my Dad, who lived in Nevada, was dealing with health problems of his own, from bypass surgery to ulcers. In early December 2008 he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. He passed away on December 29, 2008.
Life, to say the least, was no picnic.
During this time my weight kept creeping up but I barely noticed. It wasn't until June 2009 that I saw 216 pounds on the scale and it hit me how far I'd let things go. I allowed another 2 months of feeling like a zombie to pass before I finally got off my butt and started doing something about it. I had never been a big fan of change, so it took some time to work up the energy to actually, well, change.
In August of 2009 I joined a gym and have been seeing changes I never thought possible. I have biceps! Tiny ones, I'll admit, but they are there. Who knew.
I have a lot of changes still ahead of me and I'm excited to see what they will bring, to my health and to my life. I created this website as a way to enjoy my journey and, I can only hope, to help encourage just one person to make the choice to take care of themselves. We are worth fighting for.
I began this process after stepping on a scale and seeing angry red numbers flashing 216 pounds at me. It was the most I had ever weighed and I was not a happy camper. I was tired, cranky, dealing with migraines and I finally admitted to myself I was also just plain lazy.
Of course, I didn't go to bed one night a healthy 130 pounds and wake up the next morning 86 pounds heavier, so let me tell you how this happened.
In October 2007 my Mom was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer and her prognosis wasn't pretty. She immediately began chemotherapy, also had radiation. During this time my life revolved around my family. Doctor appointments, keeping track of medications, endless phone calls, treatment sessions, surgeries, finding medical equipment, social workers and hospice, the list goes on and on. I was also working full time and just generally trying to keep things together. Worrying about myself was the last thing on my list.
My Mom eventually stopped all treatment, and my stepdad and I were with her when she passed away on June 15, 2008.
At the same time my Dad, who lived in Nevada, was dealing with health problems of his own, from bypass surgery to ulcers. In early December 2008 he was diagnosed with stomach cancer. He passed away on December 29, 2008.
Life, to say the least, was no picnic.
During this time my weight kept creeping up but I barely noticed. It wasn't until June 2009 that I saw 216 pounds on the scale and it hit me how far I'd let things go. I allowed another 2 months of feeling like a zombie to pass before I finally got off my butt and started doing something about it. I had never been a big fan of change, so it took some time to work up the energy to actually, well, change.
In August of 2009 I joined a gym and have been seeing changes I never thought possible. I have biceps! Tiny ones, I'll admit, but they are there. Who knew.
I have a lot of changes still ahead of me and I'm excited to see what they will bring, to my health and to my life. I created this website as a way to enjoy my journey and, I can only hope, to help encourage just one person to make the choice to take care of themselves. We are worth fighting for.