Ah food. We literally can't live without it. But does that mean we have to go crazy? There is a big difference in "living to eat" and "eating to live" and I have been on the journey to discover that fine balance. I have not dieted all of my life, I have never had a "weight" problem, until the past couple of years. I guess I was blessed with a good metabolism throughout my young life and always ate what I wanted, as do most young adults. Then I turned 25 and that was no longer the case. My jellybean, vodka, funyuns diet certainly caught up with me, to the tune of gaining about 30 pounds over the span of 4 years.
Ugh
That is what I thought about myself. I was completely grossed out looking in the mirror, and forget looking at pictures. When did I get BIG and never even realize it? When did my "fat pants" become tight. What the eff is up with this muffin top? So instead of dealing with the problem I ignored it for awhile. I wore baggy clothes because tight clothes clung to my fat and made me feel fatter. I was so unhappy and didn't even know where to start.
On January 7th, 2011, after getting back from a camping trip on New Years, I did what I had been dreading for a long time, I stepped on the scale....
I hate to admit this but I feel like it is important to disclose fully, I was 188 pounds. Now some people may think that is not heavy at all, but for myself, who usually had spent most of my life between 150-160, that is ALOT. After my mini panic attack I decided it was time for a change. I hate to sound so cliche about it but I could no longer live the lifestyle I was living. Not only had I gained a lot of weight, but my skin was constantly broken out, I had developed a lump in my breast most likely due to too much caffeine consumption (damn DIET coke), my cholesterol was off the charts, I was literally killing myself for the sake of food.
As of the moment I write this I am now 153.6. I have slowly but steadily lost 31 ish pounds...and I am happy.
I am not happy because I am skinnier, that is not the point here. I am happy because I set my mind to something and have been doing it.
I am blogging about my weight loss journey because I cannot discuss it with people. I feel like people do not want to hear all the details about someones weight loss, but it has been such a HUGE part of my life now for 3.5 months that I need to talk about it. I need a place to be able to write all of the things I am doing, not doing, loving, hating, wishing, hoping, etc.
That is all I will rant about for now. However French Fries will always and forever hold a special place in my heart...even if I haven't tasted them in 3 months!
