It’s hard to believe that two years ago I actually thought the picture below was decent of me. It’s also hard for me to grasp the concept that I was once that size. I was not a big child. In fact, I was rather small. That is until I hit the fifth grade, then I started packing on the pounds. My heaviest was in 2007 when I weighed in at 220 pounds. I was not happy with myself not one little bit. I was mad at everyone and everything and really didn’t know why. I hide my hatred for myself pretty well. I said I was fine with the size I was, even though it was not true.
It wasn’t until the end of 2006 that “really bad things” started to happen in my life. Because of stress, I lost 20 pounds. But I still weighed in at 200 pounds. The “really bad things” continued on and in the spring/summer of 2008 I dropped more weight. I choose to take the stairs at work to help with the weight lose and that work pretty well for me. That, added on with the continue stress, helped me drop more weight.
Now after two years I am down to 153 pounds. I am not at the weight I want to be. Since I am short (5’3″), 153 pounds look heavier on me then someone who is taller. I am wanting to get to at least 130 pounds, though I would like it much better if it would be 110 but I am being realistic. The thing that scares me the most is the thought of gaining that weight back. Oh well. I’ll just have to try my damndest not to let that happen.