Hello all.
I am 30 years old. I had weight issues all through early adolecense, and was definitely a heavy kid in 7th-8th grade. Then in 9th grade, I started running, and eating well. It was a lot easier when we lived overseas with my dad being stationed in Germany. I was thin and active as a teenager, and I walked (or ran) absolutely everywhere.
The problems set in when we came back to the states after I graduated. I had grown up without easy access to Taco Bell, or Pizza Hut, McDonalds. I never even had my first DQ Blizzard until I was almost 19. I had no idea how many calories were in all those foods, either! This was before any of the restaurants had to publish their nutrition information, and I had no clue that a roasted chicken sandwich at Burger King had twice as many calories as I thought. On top of this, I got my driver's license and didn't live in a walkable town. So I gained over a hundred pounds in less than two years, a source of deep worry for my parents and a heartbreaking frustration for me.
I went through all the stages of grieving: Denial for over a year (These pants just shrunk in the wash!), anger (Don't talk to me about my weight!) And eventually despair, which lasted for over two years.
When I'm not busy thinking about starting another diet, I am a registered nurse and I actually work in a cardiac catheterization lab, of all places. I live with my fiance and our cat, and I love to write. I have read through this forum a little bit, and I love the irreverant approach to weight loss. I look forward to sharing this journey with all of you.




Hope that helps.