Wanderwoman
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I'm 30 yrs old. I have battled my weight ever since I was 14. The first time I lost weight, I was 18 years old and living with a vegetarian girl who cooked nice vegetarian food for me and cheered me on. I slimmed down and when guys that I'd sat next to in class who didn't even know who I was all of a sudden wanted to know who I was, it was the first time I realized how different life is as a thin person. I gained it back (unhappy long term relationship mixed with boredom). The second time I lost weight was at age 23. I did it with the help of the original formula of Xenedrine and some serious food deprivation caused by sheer frustration with my weight. Slimmed down and once again people wanted to know me, I had a life.
Came to N. Ireland (from USA), met my hubby. It was a rocky relationship at first and this is a boring place. Gained weight. Went home to Florida for a 6 month period before we were due to get married (immigration stuff). I swam, cycled and ate well, used stacker 2 and shed loads of weight. Looked lovely at my wedding (I was there in NI bored and without a job for a month before we married, so was a lil chubby at wedding, but not bad).
After we got married--well we had a lot of wedding cake left over--and I swear to you it was the best tasting cake ever in the entire universe. A good ten pounds of me is just that wedding cake. And of course the first two years of a marriage is really the hardest. This stressful time combined with boredom, lonliness (hubby is a workaholic) and lack of moral support (no family or close friends here) and I'm now the heaviest I have ever been and really feeling it.
My breasts have gotten so big that I have trouble breathing, my body aches, my stomach hangs (thats the worst part) and I get winded from very little activity. I can't believe I let it go this far. I used to be so pretty. I admit I was vain--I used to check myself out in mirrors (I know its awful--but my face is really pretty), now I don't look into mirrors at all. My mother is morbidly obese, and when I look into the mirror she is staring back at me.
To top it all off, hubby told me that his friend went to a reflexologist and she said that if the toe next to your big toe is longer than your big toe--that you are more likely to be heavy!! My toes (on one foot) are like that!! Ain't that great?
So I have genes, geographic location (rainy crappy Ireland), boredom, and my toes all against me, but I'll try to lose weight anyway. I'm 240lbs as I write this. I have a lot of muscle on my frame and look good at about 150, so thats my goal weight. 90 freaking pounds, it's the weight of a person! I'll start feeling better at 200 , start looking better at about 180, so those will be my big milestones.
I feel as though I'm waiting to start my life--as if everything is on hold until these pounds are shed. I've even been avoiding people--friends who haven't seen me in a while as I'm so ashamed. I have to do this.
Came to N. Ireland (from USA), met my hubby. It was a rocky relationship at first and this is a boring place. Gained weight. Went home to Florida for a 6 month period before we were due to get married (immigration stuff). I swam, cycled and ate well, used stacker 2 and shed loads of weight. Looked lovely at my wedding (I was there in NI bored and without a job for a month before we married, so was a lil chubby at wedding, but not bad).
After we got married--well we had a lot of wedding cake left over--and I swear to you it was the best tasting cake ever in the entire universe. A good ten pounds of me is just that wedding cake. And of course the first two years of a marriage is really the hardest. This stressful time combined with boredom, lonliness (hubby is a workaholic) and lack of moral support (no family or close friends here) and I'm now the heaviest I have ever been and really feeling it.
My breasts have gotten so big that I have trouble breathing, my body aches, my stomach hangs (thats the worst part) and I get winded from very little activity. I can't believe I let it go this far. I used to be so pretty. I admit I was vain--I used to check myself out in mirrors (I know its awful--but my face is really pretty), now I don't look into mirrors at all. My mother is morbidly obese, and when I look into the mirror she is staring back at me.
To top it all off, hubby told me that his friend went to a reflexologist and she said that if the toe next to your big toe is longer than your big toe--that you are more likely to be heavy!! My toes (on one foot) are like that!! Ain't that great?
So I have genes, geographic location (rainy crappy Ireland), boredom, and my toes all against me, but I'll try to lose weight anyway. I'm 240lbs as I write this. I have a lot of muscle on my frame and look good at about 150, so thats my goal weight. 90 freaking pounds, it's the weight of a person! I'll start feeling better at 200 , start looking better at about 180, so those will be my big milestones.
I feel as though I'm waiting to start my life--as if everything is on hold until these pounds are shed. I've even been avoiding people--friends who haven't seen me in a while as I'm so ashamed. I have to do this.