Welcome to my new blog.
This will share my never ending love-hate relationship with my weight.
It all started in 2002 when I moved into the dorms. Instead of the freshmen 15, I gained the freshmen 30. The fried chicken strips and french fries smelled and tasted so much better than the salad in the dining hall. Not to mention pizza delivered right to the dorm! Nothing like going down in the elevator in your sweats to pick up your delivery.
Fast forward to 2006. Living in a new state, career started= time to lose weight! I went on my weight loss journey and lost 30+ pounds from April to July.
In 2010, while pregnant with my son, everyone kept telling me I was "eating for 2." No one had to tell me that twice! I'd eat 4 cupcakes from a party, I'd drink a 1/2 gallon of orange juice a day, and not to mention ate half a gallon of ice cream a day too. (no joke.) I. gained. 75. pounds..... 45 pounds over what doctors recommend a pregnant woman to gain!
Between 2010 and 2012 I lost some pounds but still was 30 pounds over weight- Over the healthy BMI. So my second time fully attempting to lose weight was the summer of 2012. I lost 40 pounds from March to December of 2012.
In December I stopped watching what I was eating again- ate lots of yummy pizza, ice cream with all the toppings, fast food...you name it! I only gained 15 pounds BUT, I don't fit in the smallest size I had ever been in any more. Yeah, I forgot to mention- I was wearing a women's size 6 in 2012! At my biggest, I have been a 16.
So alas, here I am another time attempting to drop the 15 pounds. I have lost 5 easily, and have another 10. 155 currently and I want to get to 145.
I know I can do it but boy do I love fast food and pizza.
This is my journey- my journey to lose the last of the weight that crept on... the journey to still indulge but to not over indulge. My journey to not let the weight creep or better yet, dump on my body.
I want to be the girl that the waitress tells me I don't need the diet pepsi again. I will, and can be her again :)
