Im not posting this for a pity party, it is something that I have wondered since I got back to school in january.
Last summer, I went though what some hav said was the worst summer anyone has ever had. It almost resulted in me having a nervous breakdown.
I got the dream internship of my lifetime, at Walt Disney Imagineering, but the hours we’re really wacky. like I would get into work at 9 am and sometimes not leaving until around 3 am. Sometimes I would work two shifts and go for almost 30 hours. It was exciting work, but it took its toll.
There was the experience at Bally’s, which prevented me from working out regularly, and also prevented me from signing up at another gym while there.
My mom, who is severely bipolar, stopped taking her meds. She ran away from home, stole my grandma’s life savings and car and spent almost all of it. Crashed the car, got a DUI.
Admist this working schedule, I had to spend my free time down in Vero Beach, about an hour and a half away searching for her. Calling the cops. Having her 'Baker act’ed (where they institutioanlize her.
I had to go to court and become her legal guardian at 24. She also ran herself into tens of housands of credit card debt and I was trying to straighten everything out with all of her debtors as well as her DUI and probation.
My grandma (who has been like my mother. . .teaching me values and such), stressed from all of this, started asking to die.
My car was under her name, and it was going to (and did get reposessed) and I didnt have the money to buy a new car.
My school wouldnt let me drop my classes for the fall semester (since my internship ran two semesters) due to an academic hold that they wouldnt remove no matter how many times I went through the hoops. they then slapped a $1500 fine on my account and gave me 'E’s for all my classes (the equiv of ‘Fs’).
The people that I was renting a room from for the second semester started getting a divorce while I was there.
Thats all I can remember right now.
I didnt train regularly, but I did go running three-four times a week. My eating wasnt dialed in. Wasnt perfect, but I cleaned up the stuff I took in. Oatmeal instead of cereal. No fast foods (except very occasionally). I wasnt perfect but far from shitty.
So in the past, my previous body weight high, during extended periods of inactivity was 210. That was living a slovenly lifestyle. Eating shit at horrible times, training equalled zero.
In the middle of the summer, while working at Ballys, around August, I was 203 and 14-15 % bfp. But when I came back to school in january, my weight was an unheard of 239, and my BFP was in at around 28%.
I was shocked. It jsut seemed impossible for my body to do this to itself. I always wondered if the stress may have played a part in this.
Any thoughts or experiences with extremely high stress?