carrie3101
New member
Hello everyone out there!
As I'm writing this, I'm having a staring contest with a pack of "Buncha Crunch". I will not eat it! WILL NOT! Maybe one. NO! *throws it to the other side of the room* This has been my problem for the last four years. Since I moved over here for college, I have become addicted to junk food. My vice is faceless- I love it all. I live until my next bite of chocolate, can't get enough Mickey D's. And that, is why I have gained fifty pounds in the last four years.
I'm 22, and I'm going to be graduating in a few months (hopefully! Diplomas are fickle things) with a degree in engineering. Engineering was TERRIBLE, a consistent pain in my ever-expanding hiney. I got so overwhelmed by the work that I eventually had a bit of a...ehm...how do you say....freakout. LOL. At this point, everything went downhill, food was my friend. It kept me safe during those long, lonely date-less nights. I used hamburgers and fries as medication for my anxiety.
There are so many things I want to do. I want to go to parties and not have guys only hit on my friends. I want to fit back into those cute little dresses I used to wear. I'd like to start next year feeling better. I want to start running (dude, all your runners out there, I don't know how you do it....2 minutes on the treadmill at 5.0 and I'm ready to pass out.).
So my goals are the following
(1) To lose 60 pounds
(2) To fit into a size 6 jeans
(3) To run a half marathon my next summer.
Here we go!
*glares at Buncha Crunch*
As I'm writing this, I'm having a staring contest with a pack of "Buncha Crunch". I will not eat it! WILL NOT! Maybe one. NO! *throws it to the other side of the room* This has been my problem for the last four years. Since I moved over here for college, I have become addicted to junk food. My vice is faceless- I love it all. I live until my next bite of chocolate, can't get enough Mickey D's. And that, is why I have gained fifty pounds in the last four years.
I'm 22, and I'm going to be graduating in a few months (hopefully! Diplomas are fickle things) with a degree in engineering. Engineering was TERRIBLE, a consistent pain in my ever-expanding hiney. I got so overwhelmed by the work that I eventually had a bit of a...ehm...how do you say....freakout. LOL. At this point, everything went downhill, food was my friend. It kept me safe during those long, lonely date-less nights. I used hamburgers and fries as medication for my anxiety.
There are so many things I want to do. I want to go to parties and not have guys only hit on my friends. I want to fit back into those cute little dresses I used to wear. I'd like to start next year feeling better. I want to start running (dude, all your runners out there, I don't know how you do it....2 minutes on the treadmill at 5.0 and I'm ready to pass out.).
So my goals are the following
(1) To lose 60 pounds
(2) To fit into a size 6 jeans
(3) To run a half marathon my next summer.
Here we go!
*glares at Buncha Crunch*
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