Soon2BeSvelte
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As a kid I was a pretty healthy size for my height. By 18, I was wearing a size 10-11 and I felt comfortable in a bikini at the beach. At 18, I met a guy who was the worst choice for a boyfriend, but I took him on anyway. It was a bad relationship, and about 3 or 4 months into it I began turning to food for comfort. I think he figured that I would become "less desireable" to other men if I gained weight, so he fed me junk food on a regular basis on top of unhealthy eating habits. He had donuts, Jamaican beef patties or soda pop each and everytime I saw him. And it was always especially for me. 
When we broke up I had gone from a 168 pounds to 190. I lost some weight and got down to 175, which I was content with. My relationship with my last boyfriend (which ended in marriage
) has been healthy and nourishing, to say the least. But about 2 years ago, my husband and I moved for a job. I left the only city I ever knew (New York City) for small town America. It was quite a culture shock. Anyway, my dependence upon food for comfort came back to haunt me. I would eat pizza 4 nights a week, burgers everyday for lunch (with the fries... 
I'm so ashamed!). It didn't take long before I ballooned up to 220 pounds.
My doctor took me into his office and showed me my BMI on a chart. Told me I was morbidly obese and susceptible to a myriad of diseases. It was the wake-up call I needed to get my butt in gear and lose some weight. I went from 220 to 215 last year. As of this year I dip between 204 and 207. Now, I want to get back into the 100s (my goal of 165 maybe unrealistic, but I'm going to shoot for it anyway). This extra weight is unhealthy, at times painful and I'm really tired of not being able to wear any of my old clothes. It's time for a change.
Side note: Hey, I know this is a long post so thanks for reading it! It's amazing but I realize I've never really written this down. This is like purging for me. Very theraputic.
When we broke up I had gone from a 168 pounds to 190. I lost some weight and got down to 175, which I was content with. My relationship with my last boyfriend (which ended in marriage
) has been healthy and nourishing, to say the least. But about 2 years ago, my husband and I moved for a job. I left the only city I ever knew (New York City) for small town America. It was quite a culture shock. Anyway, my dependence upon food for comfort came back to haunt me. I would eat pizza 4 nights a week, burgers everyday for lunch (with the fries... I'm so ashamed!). It didn't take long before I ballooned up to 220 pounds. My doctor took me into his office and showed me my BMI on a chart. Told me I was morbidly obese and susceptible to a myriad of diseases. It was the wake-up call I needed to get my butt in gear and lose some weight. I went from 220 to 215 last year. As of this year I dip between 204 and 207. Now, I want to get back into the 100s (my goal of 165 maybe unrealistic, but I'm going to shoot for it anyway). This extra weight is unhealthy, at times painful and I'm really tired of not being able to wear any of my old clothes. It's time for a change.
Side note: Hey, I know this is a long post so thanks for reading it! It's amazing but I realize I've never really written this down. This is like purging for me. Very theraputic.
It's a good feeling.