ali2
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I figure most people measure the milestones in their life by how old they were, who was present with them or some other marker that will help them remember the occasion.
Me?
I remember my weight.
Let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we?
8th grade graduation (1990) - 140lbs
Sophomore year of high school (1992), first real boyfriend - 152lbs
High school graduation (June, 1994) - 172lbs
First year of college (September, 1994) - 187lbs
Wedding (1999) - 222 lbs
Law school graduation (2004) - 275 lbs (granted I was pregnant, but still)
Finally deciding to finish this, once and for all (2007) - 265lbs
Clearly, I was on a path that would have had me breaking the 300lb mark within the next few years if I didn't do anything about it.
I remember, when I weighed less than 200 pounds, that the 200lb mark was always my 'line in the sand'. I was not going to break that mark and if I did, well I would do something about it. I crossed that line in college, somewhere between my sophmore and junior years and I remember thinking, oh well...I guess I will have to do something about that.
Yeah, right.
What I did was eat. I ate when I was happy, when I was sad, when I was bored and when I wasn't hungry. My boyfriend (now my husband), my college roommate and I had a culture of eating; we would go buy tons of food or eat in the caf for dinner and then justify ordering a pizza or going to Denny's at 2 am because the food 'sucked'.
My husband is a big eater, he is also a big guy, at 6'4" and 259lbs. Bless him, he never had a problem with my weight, but because of that, we ate horribly together as a couple.
It is funny, I could list TONS of reasons why I hated my body; I didn't like only shopping at Lane Bryant (which only seemed to cater to tall, blind women given some of the patterns they were carrying in the 90's), I didn't like how tired I got after minimal physical activity, I hated never being able to find cute 'going out' clothes and I hated how the rest of the world seemed to dismiss you if you were overweight. I had very little confidence and eating was the only thing that made me feel good.
I have tried every method of weight loss known to man it seems, my mom sent me to a weight loss support group for pre-teens, she also sent me to a nutritionist when I was in college, I have done two rounds of Weight Watchers, Slim Fast, Atkins, The Carbohydrate Addict's Diet, LA Weight Loss, and the prescription drug Meridia (that was a little bit o heaven, never in my life have I cared less about food than I did when I was on that drug).
Every one of these methods worked for exactly the length of time I was on them, the minute I stopped and went back to eating the way I used to, all of the weight I lost came back. Not only that, they brought reinforcements with them in case I lost my mind again and tried to lose more weight. The only thing I never tried was getting off my lazy keister, exercising and perhaps even pretending to care about how I ate.
In January 2007, I weighed 264lbs. I wasn't thinking about losing weight when one of my closest friends mentioned to me that he was participating in an office weight loss contest that would last through March. When he told me about it, I remember thinking to myself, 'Hey, you could try to see how much weight you could lose in that same amount of time. If you don't tell anyone, no one will know if you fail.'
So I tried. I just started by eating less and in the third week of January I saw an ad from Kmart advertising an elliptical for $250.00. I figured that was a reasonable amount of money to spend (in case things didn't work out) and picked it up that week. The first time I got on it, I lasted exactly 10 minutes and thought I was going to have a stroke or a heart attack by the time I was done. Eventually I worked myself up to 20 minutes on the elliptical, every other day.
During the summer I stopped working out as much (as I am writing this I don't recally why) but I managed to maintain my weight loss, which is something I have never done before. This past fall, my friend who got me started announced that he was going to start going to the gym before work in the mornings. That was all I needed to hear.
Fast forward to today and I now go to the gym 6 days a week, spending three days doing cardio and the other three days strength training. I am stronger than I have ever been and thinner that I have been in over a decade. I have completely changed how I eat and am able to make better decisions for myself. I went from 264lbs to 191lbs in a year and two months. My goal is 150.
This diary is to follow the last half of my journey (although when you change your life, there really isn't an end)...I feel like I amfinally finding the real me...
I used to say that there was a thin girl inside of me who was screaming to get out, but I shut that b*tch up with a cookie. I am starting to think that the thin girl is gonna kick fattie's a*s, and sooner rather than later.
I posted picks of myself on here in the Before and After section, it's called Before and During, Not Done Yet!!! (If I knew how to link to it, I would but if you are curious, there it is). There are some pictures at the beginning of the post and throughout. I'll add more as time goes by...
Thanks for reading ~ it's been a fun journey so far...
Me?
I remember my weight.
Let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we?
8th grade graduation (1990) - 140lbs
Sophomore year of high school (1992), first real boyfriend - 152lbs
High school graduation (June, 1994) - 172lbs
First year of college (September, 1994) - 187lbs
Wedding (1999) - 222 lbs
Law school graduation (2004) - 275 lbs (granted I was pregnant, but still)
Finally deciding to finish this, once and for all (2007) - 265lbs
Clearly, I was on a path that would have had me breaking the 300lb mark within the next few years if I didn't do anything about it.
I remember, when I weighed less than 200 pounds, that the 200lb mark was always my 'line in the sand'. I was not going to break that mark and if I did, well I would do something about it. I crossed that line in college, somewhere between my sophmore and junior years and I remember thinking, oh well...I guess I will have to do something about that.
Yeah, right.
What I did was eat. I ate when I was happy, when I was sad, when I was bored and when I wasn't hungry. My boyfriend (now my husband), my college roommate and I had a culture of eating; we would go buy tons of food or eat in the caf for dinner and then justify ordering a pizza or going to Denny's at 2 am because the food 'sucked'.
My husband is a big eater, he is also a big guy, at 6'4" and 259lbs. Bless him, he never had a problem with my weight, but because of that, we ate horribly together as a couple.
It is funny, I could list TONS of reasons why I hated my body; I didn't like only shopping at Lane Bryant (which only seemed to cater to tall, blind women given some of the patterns they were carrying in the 90's), I didn't like how tired I got after minimal physical activity, I hated never being able to find cute 'going out' clothes and I hated how the rest of the world seemed to dismiss you if you were overweight. I had very little confidence and eating was the only thing that made me feel good.
I have tried every method of weight loss known to man it seems, my mom sent me to a weight loss support group for pre-teens, she also sent me to a nutritionist when I was in college, I have done two rounds of Weight Watchers, Slim Fast, Atkins, The Carbohydrate Addict's Diet, LA Weight Loss, and the prescription drug Meridia (that was a little bit o heaven, never in my life have I cared less about food than I did when I was on that drug).
Every one of these methods worked for exactly the length of time I was on them, the minute I stopped and went back to eating the way I used to, all of the weight I lost came back. Not only that, they brought reinforcements with them in case I lost my mind again and tried to lose more weight. The only thing I never tried was getting off my lazy keister, exercising and perhaps even pretending to care about how I ate.
In January 2007, I weighed 264lbs. I wasn't thinking about losing weight when one of my closest friends mentioned to me that he was participating in an office weight loss contest that would last through March. When he told me about it, I remember thinking to myself, 'Hey, you could try to see how much weight you could lose in that same amount of time. If you don't tell anyone, no one will know if you fail.'
So I tried. I just started by eating less and in the third week of January I saw an ad from Kmart advertising an elliptical for $250.00. I figured that was a reasonable amount of money to spend (in case things didn't work out) and picked it up that week. The first time I got on it, I lasted exactly 10 minutes and thought I was going to have a stroke or a heart attack by the time I was done. Eventually I worked myself up to 20 minutes on the elliptical, every other day.
During the summer I stopped working out as much (as I am writing this I don't recally why) but I managed to maintain my weight loss, which is something I have never done before. This past fall, my friend who got me started announced that he was going to start going to the gym before work in the mornings. That was all I needed to hear.
Fast forward to today and I now go to the gym 6 days a week, spending three days doing cardio and the other three days strength training. I am stronger than I have ever been and thinner that I have been in over a decade. I have completely changed how I eat and am able to make better decisions for myself. I went from 264lbs to 191lbs in a year and two months. My goal is 150.
This diary is to follow the last half of my journey (although when you change your life, there really isn't an end)...I feel like I amfinally finding the real me...
I used to say that there was a thin girl inside of me who was screaming to get out, but I shut that b*tch up with a cookie. I am starting to think that the thin girl is gonna kick fattie's a*s, and sooner rather than later.
I posted picks of myself on here in the Before and After section, it's called Before and During, Not Done Yet!!! (If I knew how to link to it, I would but if you are curious, there it is). There are some pictures at the beginning of the post and throughout. I'll add more as time goes by...
Thanks for reading ~ it's been a fun journey so far...
the 90s the styles seemed to revert to the mumu/polyester/why the hell would anyone wear that print print -and capris and tank tops... No woman over a certain weight or under a certain height should ever wear capris... and tank tops were such a good look when you have arm jiggle 
