Welcome to my blog. I decided to start this as motivation for myself during my journey, and ultimately my struggles, with weight loss. I really hate to call it a "diet" because it sounds so unpleasant. Plus, it has the word die in it, and that just can't be good. Don't say the "D Word"!! So, I shall refer to this as a lifestyle change.
I was a relatively normal sized baby. I weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces at birth. I gained a bit of chub through the years but I was never really what anyone would call "overweight." I spent a lot of time at my grandmother and grandfathers home, and I will admit I was spoiled. I got whatever I wanted and was able to eat whatever I wanted. Grandma usually cooked fairly healthy meals but we had the occasional fast food, cookies, fudge (omg, I miss grandma's fudge!) and potato chips. Back then, I didn't have to worry about being fat. I was a kid. I worked off the fat with riding my bike or taking long walks. I also loved to dance. I have been singing and dancing since I could speak and move my legs. I would dance with friends, dance by myself, and I was even in a dance class for a while. I was lazy at times, but I was pretty active as well.
I was a relatively normal sized baby. I weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces at birth. I gained a bit of chub through the years but I was never really what anyone would call "overweight." I spent a lot of time at my grandmother and grandfathers home, and I will admit I was spoiled. I got whatever I wanted and was able to eat whatever I wanted. Grandma usually cooked fairly healthy meals but we had the occasional fast food, cookies, fudge (omg, I miss grandma's fudge!) and potato chips. Back then, I didn't have to worry about being fat. I was a kid. I worked off the fat with riding my bike or taking long walks. I also loved to dance. I have been singing and dancing since I could speak and move my legs. I would dance with friends, dance by myself, and I was even in a dance class for a while. I was lazy at times, but I was pretty active as well.
At home we were fed decent meals most of the time, but I would still grab snacks when I didn't really need one. I wasn't an emotional eater. I didn't eat when I was depressed, or when I was happy. But I did eat when I was bored. It just seemed like eating was always on my mind. Cookies, cakes and fudge were a big deal around the holidays. We weren't the type of family that celebrated with food though. My mother's side of the family wasn't really obese, but some were overweight. I had overweight and obese relatives on my father's side.
When I was going to therapy, my therapist and I tried to get to the root of why I have this obsession with food. Can't quite figure that out. I would eat fruits and vegetables and healthy foods, but I would always seem to overeat. I wasn't great about portion control unless someone was getting my food for me. Then, there was that pesky thing that is called a "sweet tooth." I had one of those. A very large one of those. I've loved chocolate and chips and baked goods since I was born.
With this blog I hope to make myself more accountable for what I eat and how much I exercise. I've tried so many times in the last 3 years, and I keep failing. I am not a child anymore, and there isn't any excuse I can give as to why I am still 70 pounds overweight. I am 5'3 and as of today, I weigh 195.6 pounds.
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