This is, officially, the 21st year I've struggled with my weight. My issues could drink legally by now and have little issues of their own.
Even so - let me not mislead. My weight issues began at age 10 - so I probably a little younger than you guessed.
I've had good years and bad. No.. that's not true. I've a couple good months here and there. I have fluctuated (in my adult life) from 130 to 210. Consistently (lol).
And now I am starting to realize just how much of my life has passed by in a haze of tugging on my shirt around my belly, writhing in agony to get into jeans (2, 4, 6, 8, 20) and being silently appalled at the sight of myself in every picture every taken.
The happiest and proudest days of my life aren't remembered for their joy or accomplishment -but for how much I hated the outfit I was wearing and how huge I felt in comparison to what I wanted to be.
Serisously - my wedding reception was about my giagantic upper arms, getting admitted to the New York State Bar was about the skirt cutting into my waist, my first business trip to London was about how small Big Ben looked compared to me (ok, that was an exaggeration... actually, it was about my clevage. but not the good kind)
27 days ago, I decided that I would give it one more go. My 31st birthday is in April and I figured - "take one more shot to do something about this or MAKE PEACE with being the size you are." So, I've been pretty diligent about things for 27 days (give or take 2) and ....drumroll.... NOTHING. I need to step it up, I need to exercise, I need to focus.
A coulple years ago, I was struggling with a personal problem and I found an online support group that turned out to be priceless. I am hoping this is that again.
I dunno.
I am not ready to give up all hope. I have 53 days left to turn this around.







3FC is indeed a wonderful community! I couldn't have done this journey without them!