lusciouslemon
New member
I'm not sure if this is an "appropriate" title for a diary, but it makes me giggle, so I'll keep it.
I swore I'd never start a diary. As a kid I'd start a diary, stick with it for a couple months, re-read it, be mortified by how stupid I sounded, and destroy it. I went through this cycle a few times and gave up. But now that I'm older and hardly any wiser, I'm throwing caution to the wind. Since I can easily talk the ear off of anyone, I'm sure my "real life" family and friends would like the break! Plus dieting is one of the few things I really don't talk to people about. I guess it has been my dirty little secret.
Here's the 411 to start:
I'm 27, engaged, and a grad student. I have a wickedly dirty sense of humor that has definitely gotten me into trouble more than once.
I have always been insecure about my weight (like so many others). I finally got around to SERIOUSLY losing weight this September, after a summer of somehow deciding that it was quite reasonable to let myself gain about 16lbs in less than four months (it was devilishly fun, though). After summer, I weighed 182 lbs and did not fit a single thing I owned. I bought some bigger clothes and told myself to stop being such a friggin' moron.
In 2000, I lost 20lbs (I weighed 140) and kept it off for 3 years. Then I let it slowly come back with new buddies after I met my fiance in 2003. He made me feel more secure about who I was and the way I looked. Not to mention going out to eat on dates really changed my eating habits. I stopped paying attention and really denied that my body was changing for the worse.
So I knew I could do it again, but I just couldn't commit to doing it. I was a bit wishy-washy. But after seeing the scale hit numbers that I didn't even know existed, I knew that I was somewhere in the bermuda triangle of weight gain and I hardly knew how I got there. Seeing myself in the outskirts of the "Obesity" category in the BMI calculator, I realized that I could no longer call myself "a little chubby" or "slightly overweight". My denial shattered.
So now, almost five months after the fog has lifted (and a 20lbs loss), I'm starting to think that everything is going to be okay. I've set a goal of 140lbs and hope to achieve it by this summer. I get married in 2009, so as long as I reach it by then I'd be satisfied. I think I can hit it sooner and maybe, just maybe, if the heavens open up and rain some weight loss powers on me, I'll lose even more. It would be the icing on the cake (that I won't eat).
I've been counting calories and writing down everything I eat, which is what I did the first time I lost weight. I have started hitting the gym 5 times a week this month, which is a new experience. I got a membership in summer, but couldn't use it because I was in a roll over car accident in summer and was having back problems (I'll save that talk for later).
Well, by now you: a) know my 411
b) can commiserate with my friends over my blah, blahhing
c) are really starting to doubt my dirty sense of humor.
I'll call it a day and start again later.
I swore I'd never start a diary. As a kid I'd start a diary, stick with it for a couple months, re-read it, be mortified by how stupid I sounded, and destroy it. I went through this cycle a few times and gave up. But now that I'm older and hardly any wiser, I'm throwing caution to the wind. Since I can easily talk the ear off of anyone, I'm sure my "real life" family and friends would like the break! Plus dieting is one of the few things I really don't talk to people about. I guess it has been my dirty little secret.
Here's the 411 to start:
I'm 27, engaged, and a grad student. I have a wickedly dirty sense of humor that has definitely gotten me into trouble more than once.
I have always been insecure about my weight (like so many others). I finally got around to SERIOUSLY losing weight this September, after a summer of somehow deciding that it was quite reasonable to let myself gain about 16lbs in less than four months (it was devilishly fun, though). After summer, I weighed 182 lbs and did not fit a single thing I owned. I bought some bigger clothes and told myself to stop being such a friggin' moron.
In 2000, I lost 20lbs (I weighed 140) and kept it off for 3 years. Then I let it slowly come back with new buddies after I met my fiance in 2003. He made me feel more secure about who I was and the way I looked. Not to mention going out to eat on dates really changed my eating habits. I stopped paying attention and really denied that my body was changing for the worse.
So I knew I could do it again, but I just couldn't commit to doing it. I was a bit wishy-washy. But after seeing the scale hit numbers that I didn't even know existed, I knew that I was somewhere in the bermuda triangle of weight gain and I hardly knew how I got there. Seeing myself in the outskirts of the "Obesity" category in the BMI calculator, I realized that I could no longer call myself "a little chubby" or "slightly overweight". My denial shattered.
So now, almost five months after the fog has lifted (and a 20lbs loss), I'm starting to think that everything is going to be okay. I've set a goal of 140lbs and hope to achieve it by this summer. I get married in 2009, so as long as I reach it by then I'd be satisfied. I think I can hit it sooner and maybe, just maybe, if the heavens open up and rain some weight loss powers on me, I'll lose even more. It would be the icing on the cake (that I won't eat).
I've been counting calories and writing down everything I eat, which is what I did the first time I lost weight. I have started hitting the gym 5 times a week this month, which is a new experience. I got a membership in summer, but couldn't use it because I was in a roll over car accident in summer and was having back problems (I'll save that talk for later).
Well, by now you: a) know my 411
b) can commiserate with my friends over my blah, blahhing
c) are really starting to doubt my dirty sense of humor.
I'll call it a day and start again later.

