Growing up, I had always been the “fat kid”. I struggled with bulimia for a year and a half. There had been a few times I made myself throw up before it became a constant routine, but the first day of 8th grade really set the ball rolling. From the beginning of 8th grade until Winter Break of my freshman year in high school, I threw up a minimum of once a day, usually more. The hardest part was going through it alone. I didn't tell anyone, very few people know to this day. I quit on my own, cold turkey, which is one of the best decisions I have ever made. Everyday I ate so much that I didn't even lose weight by throwing up, it was a way for me to maintain. The side effects of the bulimia were horrible. I lost hair, my front teeth became almost see through because of the acids wearing down my enamel. It wasn’t until my freshman year in high school when I had realized how out of control my life really was. It was New Year’s Day 2012 when I decided something had to change. I was looking at pictures on facebook from the New Years Eve party and was so beyond shocked at how I looked in them. I cried for hours because of one picture. I don’t know how to even explain what happened, but something inside of me clicked. I was done living my life the way I had been. Done throwing up every day. I needed to make a huge lifestyle change. So I did.
I’m not going to lie and say it was easy, because it is the hardest thing I have ever done. 2 years later and I’m still struggling to lose these last few pounds. However, looking back I see how depressed I was, trapped in a body I didn’t belong in. Now, I have never been happier, and I am living a life I deserve to live.
Starting off, I made minor changes in my exercise routines and I also joined Weight Watchers. The weight flew off, because I had so much to lose. The first couple of months I was so motivated because of the results I was seeing. Then the summer came around and I hit my first plateau. There is nothing more frustrating than working so hard and not seeing the results reflect the work you put into it. I lost motivation, but I never stopped. There were days I didn’t try as hard, but I always knew that wasn’t the answer. By the end of the summer, I was losing weight again and I was excited to go back to school and show all my friends how hard I had worked.
I continued to work out hard, from the comfort of my basement, with workout DVD’s, a set of dumbbells, an elliptical, and a treadmill. It’s crazy to look back and see how unhealthy and how much I had been eating. I can’t thank Weight Watchers enough, I believe they are the main reason I lost all of this weight. Although I haven’t been tracking much these past few months, it was a tremendous help to get me going.
Fast forward to now, I am the happiest I have ever been. I eat clean and exercise for an hour or more a day. I have lost 115 pounds and only have a few more to go. I limit eating out and have finally joined a gym. I’ve become the person I was meant to be now that I have lost weight and embraced the body I was given.
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