Fat Club: The first rule about Fat Club is...
You Don't Talk about Fat Club, Hehe.
Some history:
Growing up, I was always thin. Very thin. When I had my first child, I gained a lot of weight with my pregnancy and was shocked that I suddenly wasn't thin anymore. I managed to stay a healthy weight until Xavier was about 1 and 1/2. I was loving being a mom, I was happy in my relationship, school was going great. Everything was wonderful, and so I celebrated life with lots and lots of food.
I went to the doctor for a check up and he said, "It wouldn't hurt you to lose a little weight." I knew I was chubby, but having him say those words to me shocked me into action. I counted calories and began losing the weight. A month or so into my weight loss, I joined Weight Watchers. I was already within the healthy weight range, so I set a high goal so that I could become a Lifetime Member quickly. I continued to lose and did indeed become a LM.
At a weigh in, a visiting district manager noticed me and asked the meeting leader about me. They agreed to "recruit" me, and I was glad for the employment opportunity, so I trained to be a receptionist, and later, a meeting leader. I loved working for Weight Watchers, it was great for my weight stability to have to be an example for others, and as socially phobic as I am, I adore public speech.
During this time I was taking both weight training and karate in college. I was in the best (though not thinnest) shape of my life. I even had some little ab lines. It was wonderful. Then I got pregnant with my youngest child. In the beginning, I was so sick that I lost weight. When I did begin gaining, it was very steady and I gained the recommended amount and nothing more.
Nine months pregnant with my youngest I weighed less than I do now. Depressing.
After I had Orian, the weight came off quickly. I was busy, and more importantly, I was breastfeeding. I was burning calories like nobody's business, and could eat whatever I liked and the weight still fell off of me. I developed bad eating habits.
When Orian was about a year and half old, I weaned him. I was almost as thin as I was in high school for a time. But I continued the bad eating habits, and the weight started coming back on. Between school and a very active job, I was able to maintain a healthy, but not super thin, weight.
I quit my job when Adrian joined the Army, and the weight started creeping up. Still healthy, but high-range healthy. Then we moved here. I was happy with my life, happy with my environment, happy with everything. And so I continued to eat and gain weight. By the time Adrian left on deployment, 8 months after our move here, I was a good ten pounds or more overweight.
My friend Tenille came to visit that summer, and I was embarrassed. After she left I emailed her daily with my food journal and my progress. With her help, I lost down to a healthy, but not thin, weight. I was pleased.
Then that fall I began having personal problems. I was depressed and didn't eat for almost two weeks. It wasn't healthy, but when I'm very sad I can't make myself eat. I lost more weight and of course, I was pleased. Still not thin, but certainly very healthy.
Then Adrian came home. I've been happy and we've celebrated being together again by eating. He brings me candy bars and donuts on his way home from work. We go out to eat. We share ice cream. We get second helpings. We eat.
And so today, I find that...
I MUST lose 24 lbs.
I would like to lose 39 lbs.
I'm going to starting posting a food journal daily. If I don't post a food diary one day, you guys must nag me until I do. Accountability is very helpful to me. Losing weight is nothing more than calories in and calories out, so I am going to keep track of what I eat and the calories and try to limit myself to a decent 1,200 calories a day.
I will also post weight losses and gains and progress photos along the way.
Here are my before photos (embarrassing!).

That one was taken about two months ago.

And that one was taken today. It's particularly unflattering because Adrian took it from the top of the stairs, but hey, it'll make my progress photos look better. Hehe.
So, there's the whole humiliating spiel. *sigh*




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