Making the Decision to Lose Weight

Chef Krista Health Guide April 01, 2010
  • Hi folks, my name is Krista Baber; I am not a writer, and I'm 40 years old. I'm the mother of two kids, ages three and six. I'm also a road biker, cross county skier, painter, personal chef and small business owner.

    Over the past three years I have stepped back from the brink of total health collapse. At one point I was at least a hundred pounds overweight, showing signs of insulin resistance, pre-diabetic, and generally on the cusp of serious health problems. Now I'm a fit road biker with plans to race this year.

    Want to know how I did it? Well, it was not pretty, it was not easy, and it took a long time, but I did it solo and without any medical intervention. I'm happy to share my story with you, because I'm damn proud of how it went. I know some good tricks, and I have some funny stories of my adventures along the way.

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    Let's talk about my "light bulb" moment (of what drunks call the "moment of clarity" in AA meetings). 

    Easter 2006, and as usual I started buying candy three weeks before the actual holiday. I would sit on the couch and get comfy with a bag of candy. I remember this well; it would start with a few handfuls, then half the bag would be empty; then I just had to finish it off, the thought of a few pieces left in the bag always bothered me. We must finish what we start, right?

    So, I had this bag of chocolate eggs, and I remember how good they tasted; at that moment I gave myself full permission to eat the whole thing. By the time I got halfway done, the candy coating started to cut up the roof of my mouth, but I was on this twisted mission to finish it. If I could eat the whole bag quickly then it was like it never existed, just my little secret. I would tuck the empty candy wrappers deep in the trash so no one would know.

    OK, I had just eaten an entire bag of candy in less than 40 minutes. The happiness that came with the first few pieces was just a memory. Now I was full and sick. I got up to tend to my baby girl when all of a sudden I felt weird and dizzy. All I wanted to do was lie down. I managed to crawl into bed and call my husband on the house phone's intercom function. "I feel sick, I need you to come down ...."

    I went comatose in the bed for at least two hours. Finally my head began to clear. I felt awful: shame mixed with sickness. I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I looked sad, puffy, lost. I knew it was bad; I had a problem. 

    For a long time I blamed my pregnancy and my role as a new mother for my mood swings, anger, depression, solitude, lack of energy. I thought maybe my hormones were still in flux from breastfeeding. I started researching hormone imbalance. I read everything I could find. That's when I learned about insulin resistance and blood sugar levels, and (scariest of all) type 2 diabetes. 

    I decided to change my diet; I joined the local gym, and I made a commitment to myself to get healthy. The first time I got on the scale, I weighed in at 250lb. Holy crap! This was real.

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    *Read about Krista's First Month in the Gym*