July 2006 (after having lost 70-ish pounds following the birth of my 3rd child)
April 2008 (4 months after finally being diagnosed with Hashimotos, even though I told my doctor and anyone who would listen to me that there was something wrong with my thyroid a year and a half ago.)
I can't even begin to express how frightening that number is to me, nor can I express how depressed I am after doing a little research on "how to lose weight with Hashimoto's."
If the whole low thyroid thing doesn't kill me, this weight most certainly will. Knowing how hard it's going to be to lose it, knowing that I have to be careful not to "stress" my body during workouts, knowing that I can continue to gain weight on as little as 800 calories a day is almost too depressing to wrap my brain around. Losing weight is no longer about how my butt looks in those jeans, or about feeling ashamed to see people I know because I have 3 chins. It's about not developing heart disease (already have some "irregularities"). It's about not getting diabetes. It's about not dying. Overly dramatic? Probably, but it feels THAT SERIOUS. I can't imagine that carrying around an extra 100 pounds isn't taking a drastic toll on my body.
I'm genuinely scared for my health. I'm frustrated at how quickly the weight is piling on.
Quite a few people told me that I once I started taking my medication, the weight would come off. That gave me hope, because I had been unable to lose weight for months. Fast forward to 4 months after taking my first dose of levothr*id... I am now 13 pounds heavier.
Insanity.
I'm tempted to throw my obese arms up in the air and say TO HELL WITH IT! IT'S NO USE! WHY EVEN TRY! But, I don't want to give up on myself. However, at the moment I feel overwhelmed by the severity of the situation.









I think you need to give things a bit more time. You just barely started feeling better. Let's give it a month or so. YOU Can do it!!!!!