wordslinger
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The name is Deidre, I'm a Capricorn, and a 22 year old self-proclaimed hobbit. Over the past two to three years I have gradually lost 75 pounds the old-fashioned way: through daily exercise. I am aiming to shed the final vestiges, the ten pounds lurking on my abdomen and thighs. I am a spoon (possessing a heavier lower body and the frail upper body of a prepubescent boy), and I am aware that this an assault against my body shape. Victory will be mine. Adipose tissue will not usurp my body; I refuse to allow my body to waste into lethargy and shapelessness. My goals are (admittedly) aesthetic and for my overall health, strength, and endurance. I no longer fixate upon the numerical value that the scale assigns me: I want to be lean and have a sculpted body—I want to be muscular.
I have been fat my entire life. Or at least was... it's still difficult to overthrow a thought process that has been in place for two decades. 190 was my highest weight. My BMI was 37.1. Words fail to recreate the level of disgust I felt, the derision I had for my body.
I’ve completely surpassed all imaginable goals I ever set for myself. Originally I wanted to weigh 130 pounds and perhaps fit a size 8 pant. I was cramming myself into 16/18s when I should have been wearing 20+, but I refused to buy ‘fat’ pants. My BMI is now 22.5 and this past weekend I fit into size 3 pants.
And now for a few more facts about myself. I get things done-- I was born on the first day of the year. I alphabetize and make to-do lists in my sleep. I am an English Major that is paid to rip the covers off of books. In closing, no matter how much you may try to impress me, carbohydrates will always be the one and only true love of my life.
I have been fat my entire life. Or at least was... it's still difficult to overthrow a thought process that has been in place for two decades. 190 was my highest weight. My BMI was 37.1. Words fail to recreate the level of disgust I felt, the derision I had for my body.
I’ve completely surpassed all imaginable goals I ever set for myself. Originally I wanted to weigh 130 pounds and perhaps fit a size 8 pant. I was cramming myself into 16/18s when I should have been wearing 20+, but I refused to buy ‘fat’ pants. My BMI is now 22.5 and this past weekend I fit into size 3 pants.
And now for a few more facts about myself. I get things done-- I was born on the first day of the year. I alphabetize and make to-do lists in my sleep. I am an English Major that is paid to rip the covers off of books. In closing, no matter how much you may try to impress me, carbohydrates will always be the one and only true love of my life.
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