I’m 20 years old (21 in June 2010, since I’ll probably forget to change this), and I’m from a small-ish town in Alberta, Canada. It’s a good size, beautiful, and the kind of place where deer hang out on your front lawn, or at least they did the morning I was born. I’ve spent my whole life here, and I feel like it’s time to escape from the bubble.
Despite my dreams to travel far and wide and conquer the world in my own weird way, there’s always been something hindering me. Myself. More specifically, my weight. For a few years in middle school I was bullied pretty bad and it destroyed me. I turned to food because I felt like I had nothing else. Even though my teachers saw what was going on, nothing was done to stop it. I felt worthless, and developed a lot of anxiety. It was a really vicious cycle that always led back to my fridge. I tried many times to lose weight, without any success. I didn’t know how to deal with my emotions so any time I was upset, I couldn’t control my urge to eat.
Early 2009 my life caught up with me. I was doing a lot of things I shouldn’t, and I finally realized I needed to change. I weighed myself on March 16, 2009 and was disgusted that I had gotten up to 225.5lbs. Between that day and the end of August 2009, I lost 36lbs. And then I started school again, upgrading some high school courses at the local college. I maintained my weight for awhile, and then around finals in December I kind of let go. For three months I stopped caring. Luckily it only led to a 10-15lb gain. As of March 1st I’m back on the weight loss wagon, and hoping to keep it off for good.
For the first time in my life I’m really excited about my future. In August I’ll be moving 2 hours away and living on my own for the first time and starting University, which I’m very happy about. I feel like my life is finally going somewhere, and I want to keep this blog so I can look back and remember the “before”, so I never go back. 🙂