30PoundsDown
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Just a bit of an introduction - I'm a 22 (almost 23) yr old female who, since my early teens, has always had problems with fluctuating weight. Like most, typical American children, I was raised on McDonald's Happy Meals, with birthday parties at Chuck E' Cheese, and treated to ice cream when I did well at school. Despite my less than glamorous diet, I was extremely active as a child. I would play outside for hours on end; bicycle races up and down the street, flag football, basketball games with the neighborhood kids. Everything. Again, I didn't have the greatest source of nutrition, but I was so active that it was enough keep me rather fit. Fast forward a few years and I'm at the start of high school, with a broken knee after an accident. It hurt... badly. And looking back, I now see that that was what started it all. I became afraid to do things... scared to run around or do sports because I was so terrified of getting hurt again. I went through about 4 surgeries during high school, and every time I thought I was ready to bounce back, I'd have to get something tweaked or repaired and it reiterated the fact that there was just absolutely no way I could do anything because I kept that fear inside me.
I'm a bit ashamed to say that the injury didn't just mess with my physical abilities, but it really psyched me out. I have severe anxiety and depression, with a touch of ADHD, and while not all of that can truly be blamed on my injury (I supposedly inherited it from my mother), it certainly highlighted my symptoms. For awhile, I was even afraid to let people touch me; I just didn't want anyone or anything around me that could possibly make me hurt. Years later, even though I'm doing much better in terms of my emotional state (anxiety and depression are in full remission), its definitely left its mark.
And now I'm tired. Of it all. Tired of hiding on the couch, eating my way out of my misery. And tired of being afraid. I'm just... tired of being tired.
It took me awhile, but I finally found what I want to do with my life. As ridiculous as it is, I'd love to be a firefighter - it was a silly, childhood dream that I hope to finally make reality. The odds are stacked against me, but I'm done with telling myself, 'You can't do it.' I know that even if I was in amazing shape, it would still be a long road, but for once in my life I want to say, "I can do it... I'm doing it... I did it."
I've already completed my courses as a first responder and have been registered as an EMT. I'll be taking the per-requisites at the nearby community college for paramedic, and eventually I'd like to shoot for the Fire Academy. That won't be for at least another year or two, so I'd really like to take the time to prepare myself physically. I know that there are physical requirements, and I'd hate to show up as a short, fat blob. That, of course, is the long term goal; my short term goal, for now, is wanting to get in better shape and to start actually feeling good about myself.
Here are my 'stats':
Age: 22
Sex: F
Height: 5'2 (can you imagine such a tiny firefight coming to pull you out of a burning building?
)
Weight: 156 lbs
BMI: 28.5
According to the CDC, at my age and height, I should be around 120-126 lbs, or have a BMI of 18.5-24.9. Talk about overweight!
My goal, over the next few months, is to drop 30 lbs so that I'm able to fall into the 'normal' category. I do plan to count calories, though its more of a way for me to stay conscious about what I'm eating rather than restricting my intake. I also have a gym membership that lasts until the end of the year, so I hope to really take advantage of that before it expires. By then, I hope I'll be motivated and disciplined enough to do my own at-home workouts (will be buying equipment here or there until then). I really want to make it work this time, which is why I'm writing in this 'journal' - sharing this with hundreds of strangers around the world, I hope will keep me accountable and humble enough to keep it going.
Well, that's it for now. Turned out a tad longer than I'd intended, but I guess I got everything across. Tomorrow begins my journey to better health, so until then, adieu!
Just a bit of an introduction - I'm a 22 (almost 23) yr old female who, since my early teens, has always had problems with fluctuating weight. Like most, typical American children, I was raised on McDonald's Happy Meals, with birthday parties at Chuck E' Cheese, and treated to ice cream when I did well at school. Despite my less than glamorous diet, I was extremely active as a child. I would play outside for hours on end; bicycle races up and down the street, flag football, basketball games with the neighborhood kids. Everything. Again, I didn't have the greatest source of nutrition, but I was so active that it was enough keep me rather fit. Fast forward a few years and I'm at the start of high school, with a broken knee after an accident. It hurt... badly. And looking back, I now see that that was what started it all. I became afraid to do things... scared to run around or do sports because I was so terrified of getting hurt again. I went through about 4 surgeries during high school, and every time I thought I was ready to bounce back, I'd have to get something tweaked or repaired and it reiterated the fact that there was just absolutely no way I could do anything because I kept that fear inside me.
I'm a bit ashamed to say that the injury didn't just mess with my physical abilities, but it really psyched me out. I have severe anxiety and depression, with a touch of ADHD, and while not all of that can truly be blamed on my injury (I supposedly inherited it from my mother), it certainly highlighted my symptoms. For awhile, I was even afraid to let people touch me; I just didn't want anyone or anything around me that could possibly make me hurt. Years later, even though I'm doing much better in terms of my emotional state (anxiety and depression are in full remission), its definitely left its mark.
And now I'm tired. Of it all. Tired of hiding on the couch, eating my way out of my misery. And tired of being afraid. I'm just... tired of being tired.
It took me awhile, but I finally found what I want to do with my life. As ridiculous as it is, I'd love to be a firefighter - it was a silly, childhood dream that I hope to finally make reality. The odds are stacked against me, but I'm done with telling myself, 'You can't do it.' I know that even if I was in amazing shape, it would still be a long road, but for once in my life I want to say, "I can do it... I'm doing it... I did it."
I've already completed my courses as a first responder and have been registered as an EMT. I'll be taking the per-requisites at the nearby community college for paramedic, and eventually I'd like to shoot for the Fire Academy. That won't be for at least another year or two, so I'd really like to take the time to prepare myself physically. I know that there are physical requirements, and I'd hate to show up as a short, fat blob. That, of course, is the long term goal; my short term goal, for now, is wanting to get in better shape and to start actually feeling good about myself.
Here are my 'stats':
Age: 22
Sex: F
Height: 5'2 (can you imagine such a tiny firefight coming to pull you out of a burning building?
Weight: 156 lbs
BMI: 28.5
According to the CDC, at my age and height, I should be around 120-126 lbs, or have a BMI of 18.5-24.9. Talk about overweight!
My goal, over the next few months, is to drop 30 lbs so that I'm able to fall into the 'normal' category. I do plan to count calories, though its more of a way for me to stay conscious about what I'm eating rather than restricting my intake. I also have a gym membership that lasts until the end of the year, so I hope to really take advantage of that before it expires. By then, I hope I'll be motivated and disciplined enough to do my own at-home workouts (will be buying equipment here or there until then). I really want to make it work this time, which is why I'm writing in this 'journal' - sharing this with hundreds of strangers around the world, I hope will keep me accountable and humble enough to keep it going.
Well, that's it for now. Turned out a tad longer than I'd intended, but I guess I got everything across. Tomorrow begins my journey to better health, so until then, adieu!

). When I'm done with that, I'll definitely get it really cleaned out, but for now, I made sure that all the healthy stuff was up in the front and the junk food was pushed all the way to the back!