Hi all, I'm a newbie (hence the post on the introduction page). I'm Emily (aka Emmy, Em, or Amelia) and I'm 21. I'm a student and a "guest service agent" at a hotel. Which is really just a fancy way of saying I'm the person people yell at when their unhappy with their stay.
I've pretty much been overweight or heavy my entire life. I'm currently at my heaviest at 255lbs. While I've never really felt badly about myself, I've finally reached the point of just being uncomfortable and not feeling healthy. I was also diagnosed with PCOS when I was 17. And as most teenagers do...I pretty much brushed it off. A year later I had a cyst repture, which is probably the most painful thing I've ever experienced. And I have tattoos. At that point I talked to my doctor about what could be done. Which of course was weight loss. So I started trying to eat healthier and get more physical activity. I went away to college, and rather then gaining the freshmen 15, I actually lost 20lbs. Which was very exciting for me. Then I had a friend die in a car accident and two others attempt suicide (one a college friend, one a high school friend), so emotional stress. I was also dealing a few health issues of my own at the time. So I quit school and moved back in with my mom. I took a year off of school and I actually was able to maintain my weight loss. Then I left my physical job, for a desk job, money started getting tight, my mother went on FMLA, and I started to gain back some of the weight I lost. Then I quit my toxic desk job (the boss and owner were dating and constantley fighting) and got my job at the hotel. However working at a hotel means lots of yummy free food and little activity. I did start back at school, and was doing pretty good last fall. And then just after Christmas, my mom wound up in the hospitial for about a week, then my grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer. So for the first thee months of 2008 I was spending most of my time in hospitials.
So now, Grandma is doing ok. She's moved in with us, she isn't doing agressive treatment, but she's out of bed and walking around and really improving. And mom is persuing gastric bypass surgery, and I've decided its time for me to get in shape.
Its not about being skinny for me. I've already accepted the fact that I'm not gonna look like Kate Moss. But, my best friend lives on the third floor of an apartment building. No elevators, three flights of stairs, 42 staris total (yes, I've counted), and I can't get up them with getting winded. Its annoying. I also love going to concerts and jumping in mosh pits. But being the "fat girl" in the most pit, isn't always that fun. Its hard to make sure that your shirt stays down so your rolls don't show while your being slammed around by a bunch of strangers. And you know what, damn it, I wanna buy a cute concert t-shirt! I'm sick of the "guy" shirts. I want one of them cute little girl ones!!
Ok, so thats my long intro post about me
. Hey, I'm at work. Its either do this or actually do my job
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