My First Day
Today, June 29th, will start my first “Fat Chick Experience”. I have to admit, I hate using the word “Fat”. It’s always been used in such a horrible way towards me, and millions of others, that I simply feel uncomfortable using it. But in order to get through your problems, you have to work through them, right?
You see, my whole life I’ve been, well.. fat. As a kid, you can’t understand its consequences. As you get older (now 23), it’s something you need to be able to control before it completely controls you. In grade school I’ve always been the one to be bigger than the others. Not only by weight, but also by height. Oddly tall, and heavier than all the rest I felt out of place throughout all of my schooling years. Since my two older sisters were getting into college by the time I was in middle school, I never really felt like I had someone to turn to for guidance. Eventually, my weight grew out of control, and after my grandfather passed, I finally understood that I want and need to regain my life back before it’s too late.
My Fiance and I have joined a gym, and we seem to have a good rhythm going so far. Once in a while I think we both slip up and loose our enthusiasm for wanting to kick our own butts at the gym, but we’ve seen the numbers fall off, and I personally want to keep seeing them disappear. I want to eventually start a family and I don’t want them to have any shortfalls in being raised well because I couldn’t take care of myself. I want my new (future) family to have healthy, and tasty food options to choose from, and not be pushed into the unhealthy life style that I’ve subjected myself to.
However, thankfully to my loving sister, I found out about this site, which works perfectly for me because I’ve been searching for somewhere or something where I can find other people who may be able to relate to me or my struggles.
So, I hope to hear some good advice, and I’m looking forward to the future.
Thanks sis.
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together!
