I am a 31-year-old woman, and I have been fat since approximately third grade. I am 5’9″. When I was 22, I hit my max weight of 215 pounds. For my 23rd birthday, I bought myself a membership to Weight Watchers online. I lost 60 pounds in the next 6 months or so and then I bounced around between 150 and 175 for the next few years. In the past 2 years, I went from 150 to my current weight in what seemed like an uncontrollable spiral and am fat again.
Someone recently recommend the book “Why We Get Fat,” along with a glowing recommendation for low-carb diets. This “someone” was actually a couple of someones and they were doctors. So, what? Did I start a blog to recommend this book? No. I started a blog because I decided to cut carbs out of my life and then I got into work today and someone put cupcakes in the break room. Chocolate cupcakes. Moist, sweet, happy-making cupcakes.
I wanted a place where I could vent about cravings or failures. Where I can record things that go well so I can re-read them when I need a boost. Where I can admit to things that go badly so I can leave them behind and never re-read them again. Where I can be ridiculous and not worry about being judged. I don’t know whether I’ll really want to revisit any of this ever, but I do know that today I needed a place to tell whomever left delicious cupcakes in the break room this morning that he or she can suck on it. I didn’t eat one of those cupcakes and I’m not going to. Boom.
So, we’ll find out together whether this ends up being an inspirational journey or another failed diet attempt by another fatty bombolatty.