Fattening, delicious food is like smoking cigarettes. It is very hard to quit. I’ve always struggled with my weight. I wasn’t one of those cream puff kids that doctors predict heart attacks by the age of 12 for, but I wasn’t terribly healthy and I was big. Also keep in mind that by age 13 I had reached my adult height of 5’10”. Being this tall made becoming a teenager very awkward, compounded with the extra pounds it was uncomfortable. 5’10” and 190lbs. The summer between 8th and 9th grade I lost around 20-30 pounds. How? I really don’t know, all I did was play hacky sack all summer with the neighborhood kids. So I guess I lost 20-30 pounds by playing hacky sack, which is a good workout looking back.5’10” and 163lbs.
The weight slowly returned over the years. I’m 24 now, 5’10” and back at my high weight from age 13. I have the body of a 13 year old you could say. I’ve been fine with it/ignoring it for sometime now, with small bursts of “I’m going to lose weight” where I exercise, eat healthier, lose 5lbs. and then promptly gain it all back. So now what? I’m almost midway through my 20’s and while trying on my clean laundry the other day, then trying to buy new shorts I threw my arms up and said, “I’m sick of this shit”. I’m sick of this shit.
Now what? Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that I will either give up and just eat myself into diabetes and madness or I will be active everyday and eat my way to a healthier, more enjoyable life free of ill-fitting pants, tent-like tees, uncomfortable socializing, and weakness.
Which would you choose? Obviously, I’m choosing the latter.
I didn’t plan on sharing this here, but perhaps committing myself to health in public will drive me. I’ve surrounded myself with graphics on Pinterest of workouts, healthy snacks, and new recipes. The last 3 days I’ve begun my transition to thinner, healthier, more awesome Jen.
So in this new category of posts I will be including my favorite music to sweat to, workouts I’ve been digging, where I’m riding my bike to, my healthier, yet tasty meals.
Don’t just encourage me, be nosy. Ask me questions. I need fuel to burn this fire!