kittyrific
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I'm starting to feel kind of icky..and REALLY sucky. Unfortunately I'm one of those people that likes fast results, and at least I understand that it can never happen that way in weight loss.
Okay, here's my story:
When I turned 18 and first went to college, I understood how the world can really judge you just on appearance alone. So I made a personal effort to get healthy and most importantly make myself happy. Starting at 220lbs I fluctuated tremendously my first year and a half or dieting. I still wasn't eating all that well because I still lived with my parents...and when you still live with your parents you're bound to eat what they're having. Now let me tell you, not only do they LOVE fast, processed, and fried foods... we're also Filipino, and trust me it doesn't help... RICE is not a meal to us...in general it's like adding dressing to a salad or giving steamed vegetables a dash of salt... so to say, it just makes everything taste better. WHICH, by the way, I absolutely hate.
Alright, getting back on topic. With the whole background in check, I found it hard to loose the weight I wanted to with my family not getting on track with me too. Plus, whenever I asked for support all they would say was "then just don't eat as much." Well, in my opinion, eat a little or a lot of FRIED chicken and rice is bad any way you look at it. AND! for some reason I always hated it when my mom would say, "you're not loosing weight...you need to run more....you're still fat." In my mind I would always say, "looks like you need to run a few blocks too, tubby." It's mean i know, but if you met her, you'd understand.
Finally my 20th birthday cam around, and I was way more determined than ever. I told myself that when it comes to being an adult I need to think for myself, and since I had a job I could pay for the healthy food I needed. So I did, and the results turned out for the better. While my mom was grunting with m weight loss, I stood proud in my , once before size 20 butt, to my new size 10 skinny jeans. I wasn't thin just yet but to drop from 220lbs to 145 in less than a year I was happy. I was content with how I looked and I was talking to guys like never before. But then it all came crashing down in an instant.
After my 21st birthday I was getting tired of partying and drinking all the time. I knew it wasn't me and I knew it wasn't healthy either. My boyfriend at the time was, what I would call, an alcoholic. Whenever a group of our friends would meet up and we tried to figure what to do to kill time, I would always suggest maybe a movie outside or even at home, maybe we could just go walk around San Francisco, anything relaxing or adventurous were my likings. But my boyfriend ALWAYS suggested, "LET'S GO DRINK AT SOMEONE'S HOUSE." and this would happen everyday, practically. Because I didn't want to put myself in that type of atmosphere I would always stay home or just sit at the corner somewhere while everyone ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. For the majority of the crowd being 25yrs old, they all acted like they were 15. It was stupid and ridiculous, which mainly led to our arguments and the infinite end of our relationship, but I was still a bit heart broken about it and started to binge eat like CRAZY!
I ate myself from 145lbs to 170lbs in about three months time... I literally stayed home as much as I could and ate bread, yes...I said bread, just plain old bread by itself. I would come home from work, jump into sweats and a hoodie, and eat like 5 big dinner rolls while watching re-runs of THE HILLS ... ugh, 25lbs....
Now coming to the present time I feel like I've coped with my relationship enough, and I've decided to get back on track again. I've told the parents, that I still live with, about my goals and the support that I need from them. And once again, I've found myself in the same spot that I was once at 3 years ago. NO SUPPORT WHAT-SO-EVER. I know I've done it before on my own, and I should be able to do it again...on my own. But for some reason nothing is happening. I can't seem to even get one pound off of me, unless i starve myself for a day. Which I have done before, but then again that's a whole other story.
From being completely sedentary to and hour of exercise, and a LOWER calorie intake...like about 1500-1600cals. I haven't lost anything.
I need some sort of support, or maybe some tips on jump-starting my metabolism. I drink a lot of water right now too. At least 6 cups a day. I'm trying to push it to 8 now.
Okay, here's my story:
When I turned 18 and first went to college, I understood how the world can really judge you just on appearance alone. So I made a personal effort to get healthy and most importantly make myself happy. Starting at 220lbs I fluctuated tremendously my first year and a half or dieting. I still wasn't eating all that well because I still lived with my parents...and when you still live with your parents you're bound to eat what they're having. Now let me tell you, not only do they LOVE fast, processed, and fried foods... we're also Filipino, and trust me it doesn't help... RICE is not a meal to us...in general it's like adding dressing to a salad or giving steamed vegetables a dash of salt... so to say, it just makes everything taste better. WHICH, by the way, I absolutely hate.
Alright, getting back on topic. With the whole background in check, I found it hard to loose the weight I wanted to with my family not getting on track with me too. Plus, whenever I asked for support all they would say was "then just don't eat as much." Well, in my opinion, eat a little or a lot of FRIED chicken and rice is bad any way you look at it. AND! for some reason I always hated it when my mom would say, "you're not loosing weight...you need to run more....you're still fat." In my mind I would always say, "looks like you need to run a few blocks too, tubby." It's mean i know, but if you met her, you'd understand.
Finally my 20th birthday cam around, and I was way more determined than ever. I told myself that when it comes to being an adult I need to think for myself, and since I had a job I could pay for the healthy food I needed. So I did, and the results turned out for the better. While my mom was grunting with m weight loss, I stood proud in my , once before size 20 butt, to my new size 10 skinny jeans. I wasn't thin just yet but to drop from 220lbs to 145 in less than a year I was happy. I was content with how I looked and I was talking to guys like never before. But then it all came crashing down in an instant.
After my 21st birthday I was getting tired of partying and drinking all the time. I knew it wasn't me and I knew it wasn't healthy either. My boyfriend at the time was, what I would call, an alcoholic. Whenever a group of our friends would meet up and we tried to figure what to do to kill time, I would always suggest maybe a movie outside or even at home, maybe we could just go walk around San Francisco, anything relaxing or adventurous were my likings. But my boyfriend ALWAYS suggested, "LET'S GO DRINK AT SOMEONE'S HOUSE." and this would happen everyday, practically. Because I didn't want to put myself in that type of atmosphere I would always stay home or just sit at the corner somewhere while everyone ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. For the majority of the crowd being 25yrs old, they all acted like they were 15. It was stupid and ridiculous, which mainly led to our arguments and the infinite end of our relationship, but I was still a bit heart broken about it and started to binge eat like CRAZY!
I ate myself from 145lbs to 170lbs in about three months time... I literally stayed home as much as I could and ate bread, yes...I said bread, just plain old bread by itself. I would come home from work, jump into sweats and a hoodie, and eat like 5 big dinner rolls while watching re-runs of THE HILLS ... ugh, 25lbs....
Now coming to the present time I feel like I've coped with my relationship enough, and I've decided to get back on track again. I've told the parents, that I still live with, about my goals and the support that I need from them. And once again, I've found myself in the same spot that I was once at 3 years ago. NO SUPPORT WHAT-SO-EVER. I know I've done it before on my own, and I should be able to do it again...on my own. But for some reason nothing is happening. I can't seem to even get one pound off of me, unless i starve myself for a day. Which I have done before, but then again that's a whole other story.
From being completely sedentary to and hour of exercise, and a LOWER calorie intake...like about 1500-1600cals. I haven't lost anything.
I need some sort of support, or maybe some tips on jump-starting my metabolism. I drink a lot of water right now too. At least 6 cups a day. I'm trying to push it to 8 now.
