This is the story of my sordid weight loss journey.
I am one of those people who has always struggled with their weight. When I was younger and still living with my parents the weight was kept at bay by lots of exercise; I ice staked almost every day for several hours as well as gymnastics and horse back riding. My mother was never a skinny-minnie but she fed us kids healthy food and insisted we go “play outside.” In high school, the weight stayed off in the tried and true method of starving oneself. Not on purpose but I never seemed to have time to eat, so I didn't. In addition, I was dating a very skinny man who always weighed less than me, no matter what I did. I try exercising for weight loss sake at that point (I wanted a flat stomach and never had one) but I usually gave up in a week. In college the pounds began to pile on, over the first three years I gained about 40 pounds. When I left school I gained faster then ever.
By the time I was 25 I weighed 200 pounds. I hated it. I started walking, in the middle of the coldest winter on record and I continued for about 6 months. In that time I lost 30 pounds. I felt great. I could fit into pants I hadn't worn in years. But then, during a stressful and busy time in my life, I stopped walking. guess what.. the weight all came back and it brought friends. When I finally stood on a scale at the age of 27 I weighed 223 pounds. I was horrified. I decided it was time to change. I began going to the gym and watching what I put in my mouth.
But now for the first time in my life I realize it is not enough. I can't do this alone. I need help.
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