My name's Shannen and I turned 20 this past October. I've been very distressed about the path my life is taking and I don't want to just stand idly by anymore. I want to live, I don't want to watch my life pass me by. I'm very afraid of his happening. I've been overweight all my life, ever since I hit puberty, so my mother says. I've never been an emotional eater, I just don't eat the right things and exercise enough. My situation is a little different form anyone I have read about, (and believe me, I have read hundreds of stories and watched hundreds of before and after videos for inspiration). When I was 11, my mother had a major stroke that crippled her for some time. To this day she can't feel her left side and walks with a cane. She can't work, so my entire childhood and young adulthood after 11 has been extremely tough and we've really struggled. We have to depend on food stamps for food and have no choice but to buy $1 pasta like mac and cheese to sustain us for the entire month. We've tried everything, a nutritionist, getting more assistance. My younger brother and I worked every chance we got. We don't even get $100 a person (it's the 3 of us) for the entire month. How are we suppose to eat healthy for the entire month? The nutritionist even told us, "it can't be done." We all became very depressed after that. At the end of the month (we get the food stamps in the beginning) we have to resort to food pantries and churches for help and they give us pasta, bread, chips, all the stuff you shouldn't be eating. No one believes it, because how many people do you know have had to struggle this way? Probably not many. I refuse to let our situation bring me down any longer though. I just had gallbladder surgery and have been having some complications, so even though I finished a CNA course in may, I can't work yet. I'm doing everything I can to get my health taken care of so I can finally support myself and my family. While I'm sitting around waiting for the doctors to work their magic, why not try to lose some weight too? I can do small things. It's not like I'm in pain all the time, I just get really bad stomach attacks, like gallbladder attacks several times a day. So I've decided that I'm going to stop obsessing over other people's weight loss success stories, and make one of my own. I believe I was at one point close to 350 pounds. I don't know if I was hallucinating the number on the scale or really saw it. I'm currently 315, so that make me feel like I can do this. I'm going to have small and long term goals. Right now, I want to see that 200 number. 299, I don't really care, as long as it has a 2 in the beginning!

My next goal will be to see that 1. I'll probably die that day, because I don't think I've seen that number since middle school. Elementary school even. I want it back. I want my happiness back. I don't want to have to worry about fitting in chairs, on rollercoasters, moving around in bed too much in fear that it'll break, anything. I tried this online forum thing once before and lost interest. But I promise myself that this time, I will be in it for the long haul. I'd love to see 120, but with my body, I don't think that'll ever happen. It's just a dream I suppose.

I'm 5'10 and have a pear shaped body as they save. Thunder thighs, lol. I played soccer as a kid, so I have the legs to prove it. If I could at least see the 100's, I don't think I'd care what I was after that, as long as I stayed there. 150 is probably a good, healthy weight for my height though. Thank you if you took the time to read this. This is really just a rant so I can get all of my thoughts and feelings about this out on the table. I'm been wallowing for quite some time now. I've never hated my body, because I figured that God loved me no matter what and that everyone is shaped differently, the whole, all shapes and sizes thing. But I'm not happen with my body anymore. I want to be one of those girls that people find inspiring for losing weight and keeping it off!
