My story.

Okay, so i feel like I should share a little bit of my personal history with you, so you understand where I am coming from. As far back as I can remember I have always been the fat one. I don't remember at what age I started gaining weight, but I think it was around grade six. Food was always such a big part of our lives. I grew up on a farm and my dad worked hard. Like harder than any man I have ever met, but that is a different story. So we had humongous meals for lunch, for supper, because that is what hard working men eat. I did not work so hard, but am pretty sure I kept up with my dad on portion sizes. Have one huge plate full of food, then usually go back for seconds. Thinking back I can not believe how much I used to stuff in my fat little face. In high school I think I may have actually been one of the biggest kids in school. We had a small school, but still. What an embarrassment. And I heard about it. I used to get bugged constantly about my size, at school, and then when I cam home from school from my brother and his friends. They used to make up songs about how fat I was. What a life I had. So the only thing that would make me feel better was food. Funny how the cause of my problem seemed to be the solution. I would come home from school at about 4:00pm, have either a can of chunky soup or 2 pizza pops, then have the huge supper at 5:30pm, then be having a big bowl of ice cream , a chocolate bar, or some other huge disgusting snack before bed. So by the end of high school I was tipping the scales at over 200 lbs. At my heaviest I was 219 lbs. Wow, looking back on it I cannot believe I let it get that out of hand. I was that size until about the age of 22. That summer I started working at an ice cream store. And as weird as this sounds, I would go to work with no lunch and would only eat ice cream for days on end. And I lost weight. I am definitely not recommending this to anyone. I didn't eat like huge amounts or anything, I was trying to lose weight so I probably was just not eating enough of it. By that winter I was down to 200lbs. I met my boyfriend at the time and he owned a gym. Why he was with me still puzzles me. I wasn't exactly the type of girl you would think he would date. So anyways, I started working out and dropped to 180lbs. After that has kind of been a rollercoster. Have gone down as low as 153 (that was quite recently) and as high as 195 after I got my heart broken by an asshole. And everywhere in between. So for once in my life I just want to have this issue under control, so it not longer has to be an issue. So currently I am 159, which at 5'9" is in a healthy weight range, but I want to like how I look when I look in the mirror. I want to be the best me I can be. I feel weight watchers may be the way to do this. I just have to keep my motivation going. Weight in tommorow. I am excited to see my progress so far!