The Smallfry Story
When I was younger (4,5,6) my Aunt called my String Bean. I was thin. When I was in 3rd grade we moved across town and I started a new school. Looking back I remember the first time I had to buy "bigger" clothes. At the time I didn't realize it but my aunt took me out shopping for my birthday (summer before 4th grade) and the woman suggested I try the "Pretty Plus" clothing
It was 4th grade where I really started to bulk up though, I remember those onesie shirts that snapped in the crotch were popular at the time and I BEGGED my mom for one. Finding one in my size was a challenge and I remember feeling fat and having a hard time getting it snapped but when it was on and my jeans were up I felt "cute" like I fit in
I don't remember how old I was when I started playing the "I'm not fat as long as I stay under X" game. Of course as we all know X tends to move higher and higher as we pass it. The first time I played the X was 75 lbs. I SWORE I wouldn't reach 100 but that is a VERY distant memory for me
I know HS was 130-145 because when I got my drivers Licence at 18 I was 142. I had done WW freshmen year of college with my mom. She lost like 40 lbs and I like 13. I had been living at home and going to a local university at the time though. I transferred my sophomore year to live away.
I lived in the dorms where I ate in the dining center 90% of the time. Where I ate fried chicken tenders, baked potatoes loaded with butter and sour cream, fried fish, pizza and oh yes ICE CREAM! I ate a LOT of that as it was my favorite and it was unlimited. 7% of the time I ordered out where pizza and Chinese were a staple. I would make some easy mac or something the rest of the time. Needless to say I gained a LOT more than 15 lbs
I can count the number of times I went to the fitness center on one hand and still have enough fingers left to lend them to 4 of my friends. I didn't exercise and thought of that word to be a swear of the worst kind
I graduated college at I believe to be about 150. I made my way up to 175 and within the past 10 months somehow managed to wiggle my way up to 180. I knew I was in a bad place and would hit 200 soon but didn't have it in me to change.
Aug. 17th my life changed. A friend of mine died and while expected to be sad I had NO idea the effect it would have on me. He was a personal trainer who had offered to work out with me several times over the past year but I always put it off. I found out he died on a Friday and as of Saturday I stopped craving sweets. At first I thought it was just a sadness thing (though I eat when sad.. Ice cream was my Prozac) but after a few days it didn't go away. I just didn't want sweets. Days went into weeks and I knew it was him working in my life
It took me another month to get into WW and a week after that to join a gym. Well I've been to the gym 3 times since then but WW is going well. I'm just over 8 lbs down and life is good! I wanted to be further along but this is a life changing process and if it means I loose a pound at a time but I can keep it off than so be it
Tiny Girl Out,
Lauren