Hi, I'm Jane. I'm huge.
I've been heavy most of my life. At 27 I was 435 lbs. I never should have let it get this way. My dad was 6'8" and at his heaviest was over 800lbs. Bariatric surgery was his last hope, and it led to a stroke that killed him at 54. You would think that would be motivation enough. But denial is a powerful thing.
What finally got me going was vanity. Pure and simple. The shame of having to head back up the steps at Hopewell rocks 2 minutes after I got down there so my friends wouldn't see how long it took me to climb them will never leave me. The prospect of two weddings, one with high school classmates and one with extended family, lit a fire under my butt. I started Aug 1, and I am down 57 lbs. I cut out the litre+ of coca cola. I went gluten free because my bf had to. I now eat as clean as possible, mixing paleo/primal with carb and caloric restriction. I drink lots of water and swim daily.
I'm at a stall now and tempted to give up, that's why I'm here. I loved lurking here. So inspiring and informative!


