First of all, I know there are going to be girls who don’t like me who will look at this and call me a “fat ass” among other things, guys who will just think I am plain gross and exes who will wonder what happened to the skinny(er) girl they were with. All I have to say is, “shove it.” This will be one of the hardest things I will ever do and hopefully one of the most beneficial for me as well as others.
I will be posting pictures of my journey (hence the disclosure ^^^).
I was always a skinny child. My Stepdad used to steal the line from some movie, “you’re so skinny you could hula hoop through a Cheerio.” This used to make me laugh but even at a young age (10 or so) I felt fat.
Now that I look back on it - it’s really freaking ridiculous that a 90 lb 10 year old can feel fat. I am not going to blame the media or “Hollywood”, but I do know a big part of the feeling I was having was because of my family. Ever since I can remember my Mom would complain about her “fat legs”…she weighed 98 lbs when I was young. I don’t think that’s what made the most impact, though. It was my Dad’s side of the family. Everyone. I mean EVERYONE (well, other than a couple) were (are) tall and super skinny. I don’t know if that is the main reason my Dad has a huge problem with pudge, but I know it is a contributing factor. I am going to use past tense - but trust me - this is still happening. We would go out and eat and if there was an overweight person my Dad would blatantly snarl and say something under his breath about how gross they were OR maybe even worse - he would laugh and say, “Jesus.” I always thought this was really mean, but I would chuckle and nod.
There was something that my Dad said to me in high school that will always stick with me. Track season had started up so I had been practicing for a couple weeks. I came home one night and my Dad said, “you’re looking a lot better now. Your face has lost some weight. I can tell.” I was dumbfounded. I didn’t realize there was a problem with my face before that my Dad had apparently been harboring. I started skipping breakfast and lunch and throwing up occasionally. (Luckily I do not and did not have the 'willpower' to become bulimic or anorexic - it was more of a "pity me" phase). I was 5’8” and 132 lbs.
Side note: I love my Dad more than anything and he is not a bad person. Don’t get the wrong idea. We all have our “things.”
Anyway, I realize that’s not traumatic or anything but I actually think that has contributed to my consistent weight gain after high school in a weird way. You would think that because of this I would be really conscious of my weight (out of ‘respect’ for my Dad or something) but in reality I have always just felt too heavy. Even being that 5’8” and 132 lbs I wouldn’t go to the beach without a towel up to my chin and I sure as hell wouldn’t wear short shorts (fat legs). I honestly didn’t even feel comfortable in tank tops (fat arms). What I am getting at is - I have just stopped caring about gaining weight because I already always felt huge (which in turn made me feel like a bad person). Kind of like if someone is constantly accusing you of lying you might as well do it - you’re suffering the repercussions anyway.
I started college 5 years ago at 135 lbs and am currently a 23 year old, 180 lb (ish) college graduate. I will begin this journey and post my first picture as soon as I get a scale (ugh). There are many factors to my weight gain - stress, depression, hopelessness after it started, no more sports, starting to drink alcohol, college food etc - but it should never have gotten this far and I can’t believe it has. I can’t believe I am f*cking CLINICALLY OVERWEIGHT.
I am going to update this blog every day (unless I am at Kory’s with no internet - I will keep a journal and update everything when I get home). I am going to say what I ate and any activities I did that day and whatever else. I will update my weight every week and my picture at least once a month. I am not going on a “diet” or whooping my ass in the gym. I am just going to try and make myself more conscious of what I am consuming, get off my ass and hopefully give some inspiration. One thing that really sucks about weight loss - to do it without starving yourself it takes for GD ever. I hope this blog will keep me going. I want to get down to a healthy weight of 145 lbs. I don’t have a set timeline. I will begin establishing goals once I see how it goes :)
Senior year of high school feeling huge. If only I would have known I would gain 45 lbs.