I always felt like I was really active through high school and a few years after. I played volleyball, basketball and was at the lake almost every weekend swimming and riding wave runners. I was never skin and bones but was relatively in shape. I was able to wear a bikini and felt good about my body even though my dad always called me “thunder thighs” joking
about my larger than normal thighs. However I had and still have either a huge obsession or an extreme weakness for food. I love to eat. I love food. Cake, chocolate, cheese, bread, Mexican, Chinese, BBQ…anything, everything, I love it. It doesn’t matter if I’m happy, sad, stressed or relaxed I eat food. After leaving a job as a manager at a pool I decided to take more of a “career” route and got a great job at a bank. So now not only was I sitting at a desk all day munching on crap I was still finishing up my bachelors degree so I was sitting in class for hours at a time, again, munching on crap. Soon the pounds began piling on. +10 pounds this year, +10 pounds that year, etc etc etc. Around October of 2008 I hit my heaviest weight I had ever been…XX3. Did you really think I was going to tell you how much I weighed?!
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