Weight is deeply rooted in the story of my life, or so it seems. I've been overweight since about the fourth grade and started dieting by the fifth grade. The patterns of weight loss have always been the same, loose a bunch, gain a bunch more. When I want to loose it I work hard and then at some point, (circle your preferred word), I give-up/stop/procrastinate/get to confident/get scared/just stop.
This time it's different. I'm not overly confident about the reasons why but it feels different. I've lost 51.6 pounds in the last two years and while the change hasn't been fast and dramatic; it is a change I feel good about. This is usually where I stop though. When I feel comfortable with how I feel but scared about all the changes my body will go through. So now I will be sharing myself with you. I will share stories and occurences of my past, present and future. There is no master plan just a first goal. The first goal is to loose 66.4 pounds by my birthday on October 13th. Why 66.4? Doctor's orders.
This will allow me to improve upon my overall health and then hopefully start a family.
