Well, here’s to preserving my anonymity.
My weight has been a topic of discussion for quite a while… let’s face it I’ve been
fat overweight my entire life. I honestly don’t remember a time where I wasn’t chunky. Not your typical “I’m 14 and feel fat” kind of situation, I tipped the scales at 210 when I was 15. Thanks to staying after school for band with money in my pocket…and a gas station + pizza place within walking distance of my school. Can we say pizza and Little Debbie snacks? How about “A crap ton of Little Debbie snacks?” And everything just kind of crept up from that point.
Rather than hiding behind large clothing I hid behind a self confidence that no one disputed. And it worked… people were shocked to know that I weighed 220 at my high school graduation. “You hid it very well, Nic.” Yes….I did.
In the two years after high school, after getting pregnant, after all the stress eating I found myself 19 years old and 264 pounds. Yeah, that’s right. Two-hundred-sixty-four pounds. That’s the last number I know, although I know I was heavier. There’s no way to weigh 264 pounds and notice your pants getting tighter. As much as I’d love it, there arent little evil elves who sew your seams in. But all-in-all, I went to the doctor, got weighed, and told the nurse I didn’t want to know the number…
All me, all before
A year after then, at 20, I was told that I was “prediabetic” which is scary. Diabetes runs in my family, there was absolutely no reason to egg it on. But my “aha” moment was when I realized I couldn’t keep up with my two year old. Knowing that I was making myself sick helped make the realization that something was very very wrong, but realizing that I was going to be the kind of mom who made up excuses why I wasn’t playing with my kid at the park is what scared me into making a change.
So I started slowly, walking around the block. Changing the way I was eating. Attempting to workout. And I slowly got down to 206 pounds! I started Diary Of A Chunky Chica to keep myself accountable and continue losing weight, and I lost an additional 25 pounds.
In September of 2012, that girl who was once at least 264 was 181 pounds.
I fluctuated a little bit here and there, nothing too dramatic. Then things went downhill. 2014-2015 was the hardest year of my life.
So, after all of that crazy we had several little amazing moments. One of them having a baby. Which of course, included gaining weight, because let’s face it, I have zero self control which didn’t pair up with ridiculously unhealthy craving. So weight I gained, and lots of it.
I gained exactly 50 pounds back. Whoops. Then I struggled for months. Eventually I just started back at the basics, taking things slow as I tried to get out of the funk I was in. Spend a little over a year slowly losing some weight, until I finally decided it was time to go full force out with this.
Making better decisions physically, emotionally, and with food. And I’m excited to get this on a roll!
DISCLAIMER!!! I am not a doctor, nutritionist, dietician, or any other kind of professional when dealing with weight loss. Everything I write about is my personal opinion and trial/error attempts to make my own life healthier!