I'm beginning this blog to chronicle my successes and failures in a number of things, but first and foremost this will be about my attempt to lose weight.
I'm a Senior in college, 21 years old, 5'1", and currently weighing in at a hefty 177.2 lbs. As you can see, I'm not one of those women who was skinny all through her youth and let her weight get out of control after she had a couple kids or experienced some traumatic event. I have always been fat. Always. Ever since I became aware of the concept of weight as a child, I knew that I was overweight. I've always been the fat kid, in middle school, in high school, I was self conscious about it. For the first time in my life I want to know what it feels and looks like to be at a healthy weight.
I know that a lot of people might look at 177.2 and think that it's not that big of a deal. To put that in perspective 175 pounds on a person my height is equivalent to 200lbs on a woman just 3 inches taller. That amount of extra pounds puts a person in the Obese Category pushing the limits towards severely Obese, at a least in medical jargon.
Not only does that amount of extra weight affect my looks. I can feel it. I huff and puff my way up three flights of stairs in the buildings on my campus. I drive places that I could walk to in 20 minutes so I don't show up looking sweaty. This is at age 21. My body should be an efficient, well oiled machine, instead it's slow, heavy, awkward. I'm going to change that. I want to be healthy. I want to have this "energy" that thin people talk about having. I want to buy clothes in the normal side of the store. I want to be able to run. I mean really run, not just dash thirty feet to the car in the rain. I know I can do these things, I just have a long way to go.
