I've always been a little chubby. During my early adolescent years, my grandmother always said, "Oh! It's just baby weight...it will fall right off.". It didn't.
My weight has fluctuated over the years. My body has tolerated hormones
being pumped into my system, the stress from moving 4 hours away from my
parents at seventeen, the stress of learning to become an adult when I
wasn't ready, and the stress of leaving everything I knew behind to move
back in my parents after a three year relationship went down the drain.
At one point, I did take charge a lose about twenty pounds when I
was...18 I think. But I didn't eat much, and I was always weak.
I wasn't doing it the right
way. This time I will though. This time, I am determined to not just
lose weight, but be healthier, eat healthier, and stay that way. I'm not
"dieting" in my mind, I'm changing the way I live my life so-to-speak.
So, why am I doing this now?
Long story short, I'm a medical mystery and they want me to lose weight to see if that fixes it.
But, it isn't just that...it is the fact that someone that I don't have a
relationship with told me I was too heavy for my age/height....and they
challenged me to do something about it.
I've been "trying" (aka half-assing eating right and sneaking cokes in
every few days) to lose weight for awhile. I'm actually not miserable
the way I am. I know I've got love-handles and my stomach is a little
flabby, but I'm okay most days.
And then other days, well I hate the world. I try to find excuses and end up putting a lot of the blame on my parents. They never enrolled me in sports as a kid. They also encouraged me to take a second helping if I was hungry.
I'm not 10 years old anymore. I am six days away from being twenty-one. I
am a grown-ass adult that needs to be making her own decisions by now
on.
So, here's to new beginnings, new habits, and a new outlook on the way I eat and exercise. Cheers!
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