How's about a HUGE FCTF welcome to all my fabulous new followers! I look forward to reading about your NSV from our link up!
Since some of you have no idea who I am or what I do, please allow me to do a
long winded little introduction!
I'm Sammie (Hi Sammie!) and I've been a big girl for my entire life.
Red Hair Don't Care
I've never, ever been thin. I was teased about this (unmercifully) in junior high by some girls that I
was stupid enough to think thought were my friends. (Cue sad music for my bruised ego here.) High school was great! Difficult, but great. I worked and had some pretty amazing friends. I was #3 in my class and president of the FFA chapter. During high school, I sustained an injury to one of my knees that has made me clumsier than the average bear. As a result of my injury I have 3 screws and a wire mesh in my knee, along with a limp and some gnarly looking scars. This injury makes any sort of physical exertion a challenge. I start to ache and I'm hella unstable on my leg.
I went on to graduate HS, and wound up at the GREATEST university on the face of this planet, Texas A&M. There I met some of the best friends a girl could ask for, Natalie and Brittany. I also started dating a
jackass guy (who shall remain nameless in order to protect the asshats of the world). I wasn't terribly BIG when I started college... I weighed in around 220, so not as big as I am now. College took its toll, along with being with a guy with a very specific fetish for women getting fat. It's called feederism. He got off on watching women eat themselves to the point of sickness. Every time I tried to start exercising or eating healthier, he would guilt me into stopping. About 3 years and 100 pounds later, I said ENOUGH and joined weight watchers at 321 pounds about 3 weeks before my college graduation. (For those interested, I also dumped said asshat about 3 months later).
Going along with WW I managed to get myself down to around 260. 60 pounds lost! I quit WW (finances of being a fresh college grad with no job=the suck)and creeped back up to around 270 and stayed there for about 2 years. This brings me to present day. I lost my job and moved back in with my parents. On a steady diet of fast food breakfast, depression binging, and deep fried whatever I shot back up to 290.4 lbs.
It's been a hard process to start, but I'm slowly relearning how to recognize what my body needs without pumping it full of nasties. I try to eat a healhty breakfast every day, drink more water than soda, and take the stairs at work. I am fully aware that it's going to be a very hard road ahead, but I'm willing to work it. My ultimate goal would be to get down to around 160 pounds. Until then, I will do my damnedest to keep updating.. Good, bad and ugly.. Peace out dear blogosphere.