I've struggled with my weight for as long as I can remember. In about 3rd grade, I started noticing that I was a little bigger than the other girls, but it wasn't until 6th grade and middle school that it really hit me. Kids can be so mean at that age. I remember one day in 9th grade, I was walking down the hall in school and a mentally retarded girl was walking towards me. When she approached me, I smiled at her and she yelled, "YOU FAT!!!" Shocked and embarrassed at what she just said, I just kept on walking down the hall. Now, she wasn't the thinnest broom in the closet either, but I couldn't say something back to her. I mean, she was a special ed kid. Plus, I was never really good at throwing back witty come backs. I always thought of them later, which doesn't do much good when you're in the moment! In fact, after telling my mom the story, she said, "Well, you should have said, 'You fat too, lets be friends!" Haha! Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!
It wasn't just the comments that kids would make though, it was the constant insecure feeling. By the time I hit my senior year, I was a confident, funny, chubby girl. I found out that I was pretty funny, but at the same time, I had to be. That was my only weapon against the fat jokes. I always knew I was pretty, but I hated shopping, especially for dance dresses, because I knew it was going to be hard to find something flattering and cute in my size.
When I got to college, I started to lose weight. I was walking to class and eating less. When I transferred down to LDSBC, I started dating a guy who was pretty active. We'd go hiking, on walks, swimming, etc. Plus, I was constantly moving all day at work, lifting heavy bolts of fabric. That was the summer that I lost 25lbs. I think at my lowest I was about 160, and I felt great! Shopping for clothes was fun and my confidence level was through the roof! In fact, I remember buying a pair of jeans in a size 8 and I was thrilled that they actually fit! Now, to some of you, a size 8 might be your norm, but fitting into a single digit size was a huge deal to me!
Unfortunately, over the years I have started gaining the weight back. Before I got married, I was running to lose some weight before the big day, and I actually started to enjoy it! I got a little more toned and I did lose a little, but as we all know, things started getting busy, and then I wasn't exercising, and the pounds came back on. It's a vicious cycle!
So here's the deal. I'll write about my weight loss experience, and you'll support me! Actually, let's support each other! They say you have better success when you have people cheering you on, so each day, I'm going to blog about my success, frustrations, and all the other things that cross my path along my weight loss journey! There will be laughs and definitly tears, but when I reach my goal and slip back into those size 8 jeans, it'll all be worth it!
If you have a weightloss success story to inspire the rest of us, please share it! Send it to firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll post it on my blog!
Oh, and it wouldn't be a weight loss blog without a "before" picture right? I thought I'd add two, just to spice things up a little.
This was me in October 2003 when I was skin-nay! I still look at that picture and think, "Damn! Girl looks good!" I don't even think I was sucking in, in this picture!
This would be me now. This picture was taken about 3 weeks ago, and when I saw it, all I could do was stare in shock. Was that really me? When did my stomach get that big!? The sad thing is that I'm pretty sure I was sucking in. Wowza! Yes, this will be my "before" picture.