This is a bit of a ramble but no one really understands......
Well, here I am again. I joined the forum in October of 2006 during my push to lose weight at 20 years old. I was rocking it, I weighed a little over 270 lbs. at 5'8" and after a few months of dedication I weighed around 230 lbs. Started noticing my body changing and I felt great. Unfortunately, I was doing it for all the wrong reasons, that's right a girl. Big surprise. Once things ended abruptly so did my goals. Fast forward to Thanksgiving this year. After seeing a relative who saw me during my reconstruction noticed I wasn't the same. Seeing
atleast 6-10 times a day(munchies non-stop) and a few beers on the weekdays and who knows how many on the weekends I ballooned back to my original weight. I put my weight on the back burner over the last few years, because it doesn't really affect my social life. Always been outgoing, charismatic, funny, a lot of friends, blah...blah...blah...Over the weekend I went to an Avalanche game and when I sat in my seat I could barely sit comfortably. Couldn't even put my beer into the cup holder. It was the first time in almost a decade I felt embarrassed about my weight. By the end of the game, which I payed 0 attention too, I knew it was time to regain my life. I realized if I really want to change my self, not just image, but my overall health, I had to do it for no one else but myself. No girls, no friends, no family but me. If I fail I fail myself, If I quit I'm quitting my future, sure sounds drastic but with a HORRIBLE family history,Diabetic father, cancer ridden family tree, and grandfather put under from cardiac arrest I'm pretty much screwed.
Well on Monday all my pipes, bong,papers,blunts were laid to rest(ok, I just gave um to a friend) , haven't even looked at a grain or hopped beverage, hit the gym each day after classes, and couldn't even tell ya anything I've eaten with processed sugar or high levels of sodium. I have progressed from a lethal combination of Cheech and Bluto and I have found my rhythm again...Well see how things go but this will be my first weekend staying away from the bar/party scene and the only thing on TV is John Tucker Must Die...This is gonna be a long trip.
Well, here I am again. I joined the forum in October of 2006 during my push to lose weight at 20 years old. I was rocking it, I weighed a little over 270 lbs. at 5'8" and after a few months of dedication I weighed around 230 lbs. Started noticing my body changing and I felt great. Unfortunately, I was doing it for all the wrong reasons, that's right a girl. Big surprise. Once things ended abruptly so did my goals. Fast forward to Thanksgiving this year. After seeing a relative who saw me during my reconstruction noticed I wasn't the same. Seeing
atleast 6-10 times a day(munchies non-stop) and a few beers on the weekdays and who knows how many on the weekends I ballooned back to my original weight. I put my weight on the back burner over the last few years, because it doesn't really affect my social life. Always been outgoing, charismatic, funny, a lot of friends, blah...blah...blah...Over the weekend I went to an Avalanche game and when I sat in my seat I could barely sit comfortably. Couldn't even put my beer into the cup holder. It was the first time in almost a decade I felt embarrassed about my weight. By the end of the game, which I payed 0 attention too, I knew it was time to regain my life. I realized if I really want to change my self, not just image, but my overall health, I had to do it for no one else but myself. No girls, no friends, no family but me. If I fail I fail myself, If I quit I'm quitting my future, sure sounds drastic but with a HORRIBLE family history,Diabetic father, cancer ridden family tree, and grandfather put under from cardiac arrest I'm pretty much screwed. Well on Monday all my pipes, bong,papers,blunts were laid to rest(ok, I just gave um to a friend) , haven't even looked at a grain or hopped beverage, hit the gym each day after classes, and couldn't even tell ya anything I've eaten with processed sugar or high levels of sodium. I have progressed from a lethal combination of Cheech and Bluto and I have found my rhythm again...Well see how things go but this will be my first weekend staying away from the bar/party scene and the only thing on TV is John Tucker Must Die...This is gonna be a long trip.
