Hey everyone,
My name is Amy. I'm a 33 year old woman from Portland, OR.
I never really had a problem with my weight for most of my life. In fact, I was the thinner of all of my siblings. I wasn't fit but I had a normal BMI. Just your average schmoe. Both of my parents are very thin and I thought I was headed down the same path... but something dreadful happened when I hit 25. There was a wall and my metabolism took a nose dive into it and was pronounced DOA at the scene. To compound the problem, that's also when my husband asked me to join him in online gaming. I haven't seen a size 10 since.
My weight gain wasn't horribly noticeable at first and that's where the *bulk* of my problem is (pun intended). Every year I would buy ever increasing sizes. When I would go up a size, I would become really upset with myself -just not enough to put down the cheesecake. The shock would wear off and instead of being something I was ashamed of, I would wear it like an old comfortable pair of shoes
Something that shocked me out of my complacency happened at the store while shopping for fall clothes recently. I was no longer in Misses sizes but have now graduated to Womens. I guess I had just been wearing sweats, work-out pants and warm-ups for so long that I was in denial about what my real size is. I am solidly an 18 or 1X (but without the awesome bust that many women my size have). The only thing I could think of when staring at a larger version of myself looking back at me through the mirror is: When did THAT happen?!
Now I find myself here amongst you beautiful, supportive people in an effort and hopes to put right what I let go wrong for far too long
Hi!
When did THAT happen?
