At 333 lbs I am what you would call morbidly obese. Ugh. Just seeing that number makes me cringe. I know, I know, I did not put it on over night, but I am almost 3 regular size people. It's depressing. I think it is safe to say I do not have a healthy relationship with food.
I've never been overtly active, save for a brief period in my early childhood. Up until the age of seven I was enrolled in tap, jazz, swimming lessons, and gymnastics. When my parents split up the first time, the lessons stopped as my mother could not afford them on a single income. Although, I suspect my paternal grandparents were actually paying for them before that, and when she moved me away from my father, I can't blame them for not feeling as inclined to foot the bill. I suppose the loss of activity coupled with what I can now identify as depression in a 7 year old lead to the start of my love/hate relationship with food. No longer having activities obviously reduced my caloric burn on a day to day basis, but also left me with more time to be bored. Yes folks, I am a boredom eater. In the 2 decades to come this definitely turned into a bad combination. I was never coordinated enough for sports. That with the fear of being hit by various sports paraphernalia (pucks, balls, birdies.. etc).. Sports and I were never meant to have a close relationship, I don't think. Much to my fathers disappointment. But that I think is a post for another day.
So here I am at 27, 28 next month, and I am finally ready to take a step in the fitness/weight loss direction. My husband and I have made the commitment to each other, and to our future children, to become healthier adults so that we can be around for our future family.. and their families. Honestly, I am so blessed to have such a wonderful man who so supportive and willing to help me with this. Today is day one, and I am so excited.
Ask me how I feel next week, ha ha.
