I could really go for some french frys right now…
I struggle with my weight. THERE. I said it. Sadly, it is true and unfortunately, I have been struggling with weight for practically my whole life. Ever since 3rd grade when I quit ballet because I thought I was too fat. Yup. I was probably 8 or 9 at the time. What can I say? I grew up in a very food centric home where soda and junk food were treats and parents who didn’t want to deprive their children of anything. Who can blame them for that? Not everyone develops a problem from this, but I did. “Why have one Oreo when I can have 10? Or more?” kind of thinking led to binge eating throughout high school to combat lonliness and sadness of “never having a boyfriend and why do all the boys like her instead of me” which then led to 200 pounds of me around age 18.
Naturally, going away to college helped me drop about 20 pounds, which was a good thing for sure. (Thank god I didn’t GAIN the freshman fifteen!) And around Spring time, my suitemate and I decided to do Weight Watchers together. She had been on the program before and I really had nothing to lose (well, except for the poundage!)
10 weeks later I was at the lowest weight I had been in YEARS! A slim 148! I couldn’t have been happier, I didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror, and I could barely get used to the fact that I wasn’t the “fat girl” in the group anymore!!!
Fast forward 5 years later and I have gained back, oh about 10-15 pounds of that! Bah! And I am on WW for the second time. I have kind of done a few times in betwee, but now I am buckling down. Today was the first day of week 2 and I am determined to do it again! My goal is 15 pounds.
So, basically, the purpose of this post is to put it out there. Hello, universe, I am not giving up again! I know I can do it and you are all my witnesses! No more emotional eating, binge eating, fat related depression here! Stay tuned!
