Every story has a beginning. I'll try to keep the back story brief, but to truly understand how I got to where I am now, where I came from needs to be addressed.
My story as it pertains to the purpose of this blog I suppose starts where most others do, in middle school. Middle school and high school were a horrible time for me. I felt like I didn't fit in, was mercilessly teased and harassed, and endured some pretty shitty treatment by classmates. Besides the usual reasons for this treatment, my weight did play a factor. Looking back now I realize I wasn't as big as I thought I was (or would eventually become).
I was NOT active in high school. At all. I did everything humanly possible to avoid gym class, or any other activities that required movement or sweating. I was a member of the Pom-Pon squad my last 2 years, but somehow the dance routines never really felt like exercise.
I ate relatively healthy, a habit enforced mainly by my mother. We were not a junk food house. Soda was rarely in our fridge and any cereal that sounded good to kids was not in our cabinets.
I graduated from high school at 205lbs and the summer after graduating high school I headed off to Bloomsburg University in Pennsylvania.
College was amazing. I would do anything to go back and do it again. I made great friends, had great experiences, and also found that eating, cooking and living on my own were not quite as easy as I had always thought it would be.
As I got farther along in my college career I abandoned the cafeteria for fast food with friends, started to drink on a more regular basis, and continued to avoid working out with fervor. I did not mind walking, and did that on a not-quite semi-regular basis. But it was not enough to counteract the crap I was stuffing into my body.
Fast-forwarding to the really embarassing part. I graduated college at 250lbs. Two Hundred and Fifty. Its embarassing, shocking, frightening, and a host of other negative emotions to type that number.
They say hind-sight is 20-20. I can easily pinpoint where things started to go wrong, and how easily it would have been to correct them and stop the spiral I had put myself on. However, that is not what happened, and that is how I ended up where I am today. 59 and a half pounds lighter than I was at my heaviest. My goal is to continue with my weight loss and eventually hit my goal weight of 160lbs.
In the next post I'll be talking about the various treatments, methods, and programs I tried to take the weight off without much success.
Thanks for reading!
