Throwback Thursday and time to drop some truth.
As a child I vividly remember my friend Megan ringing the doorbell to my house and asking if I’d like to go out and play. I said no, I had too much homework that I needed to finish before my parents got home. And then I grabbed a bag of cheese puffs and ate them while watching Arthur.
This is the first memory I have of my unhealthy relationship with food.
All throughout middle school I never worried about nutrition or exercise. I thought that the only people that were concerned with ellipticals were old people. I did a few sports, I ate what my parents put in front of me (not always the best of options), and I was generally happy with who I was. At one point I remember weighing myself and seeing the number “125”. I didn’t know what it meant exactly, but it concerned me and I vowed that if I could just stay at 125 for the rest of my life and stop growing, I would be content. Didn’t happen.
Then, towards 8th grade I began walking every day. Hour long walks around the neighborhood with some bounces on a mini trampoline that I just had to have. Those two forms of exercise and my decision to eat healthier and almost exclusively order grilled chicken at restaurants lead to me feeling happy and healthy with my body. I kept this up for nearly a year before I let my grandmother’s death derail my healthy lifestyle.
In high school I didn’t have many friends, but I did have TV dinners that I would eat as snacks and peanut butter that I learned tasted even better straight from the jar. I was still aware of my weight and my lack of exercise, and as I became aware of my emotions I began to binge late at night. Junior year of high school I got a boyfriend which first lead me to be quite concerned over my body image. Turns out he was a truly good person and loved me no matter what I looked like, so we put on a few pounds together.
College saw me drop to my lowest ever weight of 138. I was exercising regularly, eating quite well, and loving how I felt in my body. But two health concerns, a student life, and the worry of making friends later, I found myself at my highest ever ever ever weight of 177 pounds. After a year of hard work, shamelessly using my friends as exercise buddies, and my long and heartfelt conversations with that same boyfriend, I whittled my weight down to my high school usual of 155.
And now I’m going to prove to myself that I can return to the same girl that I was freshman year who weighted 138 pounds and was in control of her life.
After this Fall into Fitness Challenge, I will be strong again.
That’s all I remember and all you need to know about my weight loss story. What does your story entail?