So over a year ago I became active on this site, did really well for two months then fell off the band wagon and off the face of the 3fc Earth. Since then I have had several start dates and start weights and grand plans only for them to never come to fruition. This last year has been really rough, a few deaths, a bad break up (and and eventual reconciliation). So I want to yell it from the roof tops that I'm back, and I'm 8 lbs heavier than my original start weight. I've been lurking for a few weeks then thought to myself...WHY?! I belong here. It's humiliating to be making this post again as it has been the last few times but I know when to tuck my tail between my legs and admit I can't do it without the support of the fine women (and men) of this website. I actually started my diet a week ago, and my first weigh in will be today.
I'm in a better situation than before. My grandfather is very sick so I came home to help take care of things and while this is terrible it presented me with a very unique situation that I will forever be grateful for. I have just graduated from college (YAY!) and my family here has told me that if I really really want to focus on getting healthy right now, I can, since I am caring for my Opa which kind of rules out me getting a job anyway. I will be going back to Chicago in about 7 months and though I will need more time to get to my ultimate goal of about 180, I feel like I can really use this time to my advantage.
So, hi again. And wish me luck I guess. I feel as though I'm in a perpetual unregulated boxing match with my weight and though I've gotten my *** kicked 6 rounds in a row I will still win if I can knock it the (bleep) out in this round.



