It’s 2011 (and it has been for roughly 9 days).
So, as a trip down memory lane, I started losing weight around this time last year. I started at 217, and was at my thinnest at around 191.0 in July. I thought I would be able to maintain my weight loss or even maintain losing weight…
Then college came.
First semester was a whirlwind of adjusting to a COMPLETELY different environment (I’m from the midwest…my school is in the south), finding friends who I felt comfortable enough with to be myself, doing well in my classes, finding activities (which consume 89% of my time), resolving a bunch of mental and emotional shit, and most of all, not going crazy.
Guess what else happened? You guessed it…I stopped going to the gym. I started eating the worst foods imaginable. It does not help that there is a Panda Express on campus. It also does not help that I would eat dinner and then order pizza/Chinese with my friends two hours later.
At the beginning of 2011, I weighed 210 pounds. When I started school, I was about 195. Even with my lack of math wizardry, I can confidently say that is a 15 pound gain.
The Freshman Fifteen. Embarrassing. Disgusting. I thought I was above this.
I wasn’t. But now I am.
I started exercising little by little over winter break and eating healthier. I consulted two professionals: a life coach and a personal trainer. I think I now have a plan.
I’m recommitting to this goal. I want and need to be healthier. I am not going to waste my youth.
