I hate trying to lose weight. It’s horrible, restricting and heart-shattering when you gain weight. But I’m trying to none the less. Last August, before my twentieth birthday, I weighed the most I had ever weighed in my entire life. I weighed 250pounds, and I felt horrible.
It was then that I decided that that’s not how I want to feel. I decided I wanted to be happy and feel healthy, so I decided that come September, the start of my second year of college, I was going to make a conscious effort to lose weight.
So here I am, five months later and forty-five pounds lighter. I’m still working to lose more weight, and I’m not planning to go to superskinny supermodel levels of small, but rather, to a size that I feel comfortable in. I just want to get to the point where, when I look in the mirror and feel beautiful.
So what have I been doing to lose forty-five pounds? I’ve lost the weight through diet alone, and before you ask, no, I have not been starving myself. I’ve just slowly reduced my calorie intake over the last few months.
I haven’t been perfect, there have been days where I have stuffed my face with all sorts of chocolates and other high-calorie goodies, but I’ve stuck to my plan overall.
Now though, because I’m nearly down to two hundred pounds, I’m going to start the thing that I have been dreading, fearing and blatantly ignoring . . . exercise.
So, if you’re interested in watching me lose the next forty pounds or so, follow my blog, by pressing that little ‘follow me’ button on the side. If you’ve lost weight and want to pass on some of your wise words of wisdom, please feel free to contact me in the ‘talk to me!’ field above, I’d love it!