Until I was 20 years old, I never weighed a pound over 135. I was comfortable in the clothes that I wore, and I felt good about myself. However, over the last 4 (and 3/4) years, this has changed, drastically. I now weigh 228lbs and hate my body more and more every day. I love my life: I have a great job, the perfect family, we own a home, and I just could not ask for more. However, I hate my body so much that sometimes the depression is so strong I have a hard time really showing how much I love my life.
I'm not sure where all of this extra weight has come from. After having my son, I weighed 170 and it's all just gone down hill from there--that was 4 years ago.
I always say "I wish I could lose weight. I wish I had support. I wish I had motivation." The other day, I put on a shirt and pants that looked hideous, but I had to wear them, because I don't have any clothes that fit me properly. I wore a coat all day, because I didn't want people to see how ridiculous I looked.
So now it begins. I have purchased an elliptical from a friend, and I have started this blog. I'm on the right track. I believe that if I blog about my progress it will help motivate me further.
Until next time,
-Jane-
"It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get up."-Vince Lombardi
