Hey blog-world!
This is day number one of my new life.
I don’t expect anyone to read this. I’m not under the impression that I will become an internet sensation and end up writing books about my story; signing books for throngs of admiring fans who hope to accomplish what I have. Naturally, the narcissistic part of everyone secretly hopes that their blog will somehow be an overnight internet phenomenon.
I’m okay with this being a private recounting of a struggling girl trying to lose weight.
I am a 21-year-old University student. I grew up in a broken family that tried to quell awkwardness with fatty food. Getting second helpings of food at supper guaranteed me a “Good girl!!” from dad. By the time I was 13, my food options were almost entirely up to me. Lets just say that I didn’t always make the best choices.
I was always big, I was 190 when i graduated from high school. University and late night pizza and beer, along with a long-term relationship where I got quite comfortable ballooned me up to 275 over two years. (Working at McDonald’s didn’t help either!)
My relationship ended and I moved across the country and have been slowing losing weight for two years; I lived with athletes in residence at school and my fear of judgement overwhelmed my desire to eat an entire pizza, shoving it in my mouth, right out of the box, growling like a deranged animal.
This fear style dieting lost me some weight.
But let’s face it, it’s time for a complete overhaul! I’m up to it.
Although it might be the most cliché thing ever, today is the first day of the rest of my life!
Here are the measurements I have been dreading taking. Ughhhh!
Bust:42
Waist:36.5
Hips:51 (oh me, oh my!)
Weight: 242
Height: 5′6″
Yeahhhhhhh….. How about that! Ugh.
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