dixieflatline

So.

First post. Not really sure what to write. I don’t really have a lot of people I can talk about weight loss with, and I’m not deluded enough to think anyone on the internet would want to read this, so I’m more or less just writing this for me.

I started gaining weight when I hit high school. There was a lot of “drama” (ah, to be thirteen again) between me and my best friend, and it wasn’t long before our friendship ended completely. I felt ugly and worthless and like I was damaged goods. I became standoffish with my family, I didn’t want to see my friends, and I turned to food for comfort. It was so much nicer to eat a sundae or two and cry in my room than to talk to people, who would only ask how I was doing, would want to have fun when I just wanted to sleep, or would (even worse) just avoid the subject completely and pretend like nothing had happened. My increased appetite for comfort food and decreased activity level, combined with the onsetting effects of puberty, resulted in a weight gain of about fifteen pounds. Over the next two years, I added another ten, and then another ten to that.

I just don’t like how I look anymore, and I haven’t in years. I hate shopping, hate going to the pool with friends, hate sitting in school in clothes I feel are ill-fitting over my bulging stomach. I’m not comfortable with my body, and I think that’s sad. So I’m going to lose this weight, because I’m too young to be embarrassed about my body.

So, yeah, day one. Let’s do this.