Hi all.
I am 25 yrs old from Chicago and I'm an addict. A CARB ADDICT. I eat pasta daily. I crave bread at about 2:30 in the afternoon. I froth at the mouth thinking about mashed potatoes.
It's disturbing... I could go on, but I won't.
There's no excuse for my weight, which right now is hovering between 185-190. I was an athlete all my young life, and then went to college and discovered microbrews and fried fish, and pesto sauce, and the unholy miracle of mashed potato bars at my favorite local restaurant. I went from being 145 to 200lbs(+) in about 3 years. Of course, the massive amount of self-loathing wasn't enough to get me to re-think my life and get healthy. The fact that I can't fit into any pants in a "normal" store wasn't enough. Nope. Not even the state of my fitness (which is in no state at all-- I'm softer than the stay-pufft man and I can't run a mile without having a near death experience) could change me. I was a fat chick, and I had accepted it.
Until last week. Last week, I got the stomach flu, and barfed my guts out for two days. The sick, sad person I had become was excited, because I knew even though my body was ravaged by an illness... that I was probably losing weight because I couldn't keep anything down.
Something in me just snapped. Here I was, overweight, with a 28 BMI, neglecting myself in so many ways, unrecognizable to myself in pictures, hugging a toilet, and excited because I was upchucking relentlessly and I could hardly wait to see if I would lose weight from it.
Yep.
Psychotic.
Anyway, I am here to lose about 50 pounds. I have trolled this site all day reading posts, looking at pictures, and building momentum that began when I stood up from the porcelain throne and looked in the mirror at my pudgy barf-smeared face and said "F THIS".
So hi, and thanks already for the chance to vent/release some energy, and looking forward to more inspiration and such from this super cool site.