The force is strong with this one ...
The saga begins over 25 years ago. I can still remember eating 9 pieces of cinnamon toast at day care, and I think I was around 7 or 8. My parents kept us in sports my entire life (which is my saving grace). I was 155 lbs and 5'0" in eighth grade. I managed to grow 6 inches in ninth grade and my weight fell to 135. I was active and played both soccer and basketball throughout high school. I still weighed 155 lbs junior year and ballooned to 175 pounds my senior year. I had starting working at Baskin Robbins and was either eating ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner or swapping ice cream with the pizza guys next door for pizza after pizza. I LOVED fast food. I would go through the drive thru and consume an entire meal and then go through a different drive thru and get another full meal. Although I could last an entire soccer game - 90 minutes of running while play center mid-field, I was 190 lbs when my senior season was finished.
My freshman year I literally lost the "freshman 45." I had started smoking and drinking coffee. I also fell in love for the first time and the combination of nicotine, caffeine, and neurotransmitters made me forget to eat. I know the "healthy" weight loss plan we all strive for. Well, I managed to keep most of it off for many years fluctuating between 145 and 155-160 ish.
I also joined the Army where it is a requirement I step on the scale everytime I take a PT test. In August 2008, I decided to quit smoking. The weight started to creep back on. Then in November, I met my (now) very significant other. Seriously, when you start eating every meal with a male, you start consuming portions that are as big as his portions (big mistake). Then, DH deployed, and I immediately started Officer Basic Course. Ten weeks of a super stressful environment and DH in a combat zone sent my eating through the roof. I went home on leave and stepped on the scale and almost died when it read 173 (a full ten pounds over my screening weight).
My absolute first goal was to meet screening weight (163 lbs). I'm there and I can say I am honestly relieved. Now that I don't have to worry about failing height/weight for my job. (I would have passed the tape test / body fat, but I did not want to chance my career). I always do well on the PT test because I was fit but heavy.
I love to run and at 173 running had start to hurt. When I realized I was running less, I knew I needed to lose weight so my feet, knees, and joints would not be sore from the added pounds.
My DH comes back soon so I am at weight he left at right now, but I have 38 days to drop another 5-7 pounds before he comes here to see me. I am going to join the Valentine's Day Challenge with a request for an eleven day extension.
I was once told perfection is the enemy of good enough and "perfection" has stymied many of weight loss goals before. Having quit smoking, I know I have the ability now to take it one pound at a time. Turning thirty made me start turning the ship around towards health. Now, I just have to complete the circle with a healthier diet.
Imagine how much quicker I would complete my 5k/ 10k / 10-milers if I lost the excess baggage?? That is my real motivation!!
Last edited by expatlady; 01-17-2010 at 10:21 PM.
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