As
mentioned previously, I spent this past semester in France. Well, because of
this past semester-
Wait, I need to back up further. I
was born with a booty. You look at pictures from when I was 2 and I already had
womanly hips and a butt that just wouldn’t quit. I always forget puberty is
supposed to bless you with this because I can’t ever remember wearing a skirt
that was as long in the back as in the front.
On top of this, I love bread. Like,
I don’t think you understand. I seriously LOVE
BREAD.
I have always struggled with my
size. I was always aware of how much curvier I was than the other girls my age.
I used to watch Will & Grace when I was a child and saw myself in Karen’s
body type. This was really brought out when I did dance and would be surrounded
by toothpick girls as we all tried on the same costumes.
In the past, I had tried to lose weight. I would be
reminded by how out of shape I was, I would look at the scale, or the Wii Fit would
tell me that I was in the “danger of obesity” range. All of these factors have led
to me having a love-hate (mostly dislike) relationship with my body. So when I tried to lose weight I would watch what
I ate, maybe try to drink less soda or cut back on the PBJ’s. But it always ended in me devouring an entire bag of Dove dark chocolate, because you know, heart healthy. So I thought, as long as I don't do something like that again, I'll be alright.
However, for the first time in my
life, I’m on a real diet. After a semester in which all I did was sit around,
drink and eat baguettes and eclairs by the basket, I ended up back at home 20
pounds heavier than when I had left (and I had left in that Wii danger zone). I
used to be able to justify the number on the scale by appreciating my
hourglass, my tapered waist and my strong legs. But the few attributes I took
pride in disappeared. This was the wake-up call I needed to make a change.
So here I am with my mapped out
weight loss goals in my planner, my calorie counter on myfitnesspal,
and my tennis shoes laced up and ready for Zumba (because girlfriend doesn’t do
real workouts).
I have lost 11 pounds since my return about two
months ago, and I plan to lose 39 more as a Christmas present to myself. If I don’t
reach that specific goal (that I came to as a compromise between what I’m “supposed
to weigh” and what may actually be possible), that’s ok. Because even if I only
lose 20 pounds total, I’ll be healthier than I was, more confident than I was,
and I’ll probably look hot as hell.
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| These guys made some great Kebab. I blame them for every pound. |
