Hi everyone! I'm new to the community and have decided to embark on a new weight loss journey. I'm 5'5, 25, and female . For most of my adult life I've weighed between 140-160, and have oscillated from a size 8 to size 12. While I sometimes felt chubby, I was fine and happy with myself. That was until I accepted a job way out of state, left my friends, and found myself a stranger in a new place with a job I would grow to hate.
For the past two years I worked a job I absolutely hated. Once I finally left 3 months ago, I took an 80lb weight gain with me. I was so miserable i didn't even notice the pounds packing on. I still don't know my pants size since I've only been wearing dresses for the past six months. Next thing I knew, I'd gone past 200lbs to where I am now, 220lbs.
It's so strange. For the past twos years, I didn't notice I was gaining weight. I didn't even flinch when i had to go up pants size ever so often. When my work clothes didn't fit, just bought more. I still don't know how I didn't notice, I can't even... But once I left my job and the food coma i put myself in to deal with it, I felt every bit of weight. My body no longer feels like mine. I ache it new places, I have new stretch marks. My boobs, which have always been big for my height, are uncomfortably large.
I just turned 25 in august, and before I moved for this job, I led a pretty active life. Yet, it's only now that I haven't exercised in 2 years that I realize how active I really was. Prior to the job from ****, I use to walk 1.5 miles to work each way in the urban area i lived and worked in. I was also in a dance company, which was comprised of trained and untrained dancers (like me), and trained/rehearsed 2-3 times a week for at least 3 hours. I really took for granted how much fitness was built into my life. I also worked a fun yet low-paying job, so I had to cook my own meals to save money. But I loved cooking my own food b/c I grew up making pretty tasty and healthy food with my mom. And I could still get away with the occasional dinner out/fast food, and of course nights out drinking with friends a couple times a week.
Fast forward two years later, and I found myself coming home with fast food every night, too tired and depressed to even try to cook the fresh food I'd bought earlier that week. Throw in a really bad, unhealthy relationship and horrible break-ups and I just stopped taking care of myself.
Now I'm starting over.
I've been lurking around the forums for the past few weeks, soaking up everyone's good energy and success stories and I'm finally ready to start my own
If you've read all of this, you're a saint and Thank You!
Well enough about me....
Hi. Newbie here :)
to 3FC!
Dhani 
