Luna2
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I have never been thin, and it has always been a problem.
Lately, it's just been getting worse, though.
I knew I was fat. I knew it, and I tried to pretend it wasn't true. I told myself I had plenty of time to get in shape. I told myself that I still wasn't as fat as this person or that person. I told myself that "oh, there aren't that many calories in Big Macs!". Right.
That's why I piled 10 extra pounds onto my obesity.
Then, I took an ITV course at my school. Basically, that means that the teacher teaches from one classroom location, and it broadcasts via television to another classroom in a different location. There are two TVs in the room. One for the teacher lecturing, and one for the classroom so everyone can interact. Well, when the teacher is in our room, we get to see ourselves on one of the tvs. And believe me. It was my inspiration.
I've been keeping a diet journal and recording everything I eat with the calories, fat, protein, carbs and fiber being the primary information. I've been learning a lot about food, too. I began taking short walks across the street from my house in a subdivision. There are two hills on this short walk that remind me why I hate exercise, but I feel quite nice when it's all over... nevermind the wobbly legs.
Through this all, my boyfriend has been a huge support. He constantly tells me that I'm beautiful and my weight gain isn't noticeable, and while I don't believe him at all, I think he's sweet to say so. He's the one who urges me to exercise by reminding me of how great I feel afterwards. He also clips articles or sends them to me via email with information about health and weight loss.
I want to feel good about myself, and this time, I'm going to work hard to follow through.
I'm also glad to have the opportunity (thanks to the internet~) to meet with people going through the same trials that I am. It makes me feel like I'm not alone, and that's a great thing.
My Notes for Today:
Stay Positive~
Lately, it's just been getting worse, though.
I knew I was fat. I knew it, and I tried to pretend it wasn't true. I told myself I had plenty of time to get in shape. I told myself that I still wasn't as fat as this person or that person. I told myself that "oh, there aren't that many calories in Big Macs!". Right.
That's why I piled 10 extra pounds onto my obesity.
Then, I took an ITV course at my school. Basically, that means that the teacher teaches from one classroom location, and it broadcasts via television to another classroom in a different location. There are two TVs in the room. One for the teacher lecturing, and one for the classroom so everyone can interact. Well, when the teacher is in our room, we get to see ourselves on one of the tvs. And believe me. It was my inspiration.
I've been keeping a diet journal and recording everything I eat with the calories, fat, protein, carbs and fiber being the primary information. I've been learning a lot about food, too. I began taking short walks across the street from my house in a subdivision. There are two hills on this short walk that remind me why I hate exercise, but I feel quite nice when it's all over... nevermind the wobbly legs.
Through this all, my boyfriend has been a huge support. He constantly tells me that I'm beautiful and my weight gain isn't noticeable, and while I don't believe him at all, I think he's sweet to say so. He's the one who urges me to exercise by reminding me of how great I feel afterwards. He also clips articles or sends them to me via email with information about health and weight loss.
I want to feel good about myself, and this time, I'm going to work hard to follow through.
I'm also glad to have the opportunity (thanks to the internet~) to meet with people going through the same trials that I am. It makes me feel like I'm not alone, and that's a great thing.
My Notes for Today:
Stay Positive~