For years I led an unhealthy lifestyle. I went from being overweight to being dangerously bulimic to eventually anorexic. At my thinnest, I weighed 82 lbs, which was the combination of starving myself, and a drug cocktail to keep me looking like a sickly waif. About a year ago, I got tired of maintaining this "balance" and seeing my body change from heroin chic to gradually heavier and worse, I began drinking heavily, and I still didn't eat, but the pounds were adding up. Yesterday, I got on a scale for the first time, and the number that I saw, was enough to give anyone a jolt. Add to that, chain-smoking, and drinking coffee like turnover at a dinner in the AM, I decided that I was tired of feeling and looking like shit. So, what does all this mean?
It means, there's this thing called eating that I'm supposed to do 4-6 times a day, and there's also this long list of things that you're supposed to eat in moderation, and other things that are awesome and good for you, antioxidant rich foods and whatnot. So, I'm starting this blog for myself and others, who are just tired of being tired, who have fallen off the horse, and don't have the motivation to get back on, or people who are just looking to feel better, look better, etc.
I am starting off slow. This is completely new territory for me. In high school and college, I used to work out a lot, I played tennis, I had a relatively healthy lifestyle, I was what you called a weekend social smoker. Everything was good, I was active, relatively in shape. Now, it's like I'm back at square one. I felt my lungs threatening to explode out of my chest, my heart was pumping and I could feel the blood surging through me body. Halfway through my first day of exercise, I already caught myself thinking, "FUCK THIS!" But... I didn't give up, I kept going, and I realized I was maybe overdoing a bit.
See, I'm a results whore. When it comes to my body image, I'm extremely vain and instant gratification about it, but as I've realized over the course of the years-- quick results don't mean dick, and just because you're anna doesn't mean you're in shape.
So, folks you're not alone. I will post embarrassing fatass pictures of my body, as an invitation for anyone who has reservations or thinks they can't do anything to change, or it's too hard, too much, whatever. I am doing this. If you want or need support, follow my blog. We can bitch about our workouts, share recipes, talk about clothes we know we're going to fit into. You're not alone. Take it from the ultimate stubborn vanity queen-- clearly what I did wasn't working, I wasn't happy, I felt tired and depressed, so if you're looking for a morale boost or really good smoothie recipes, hit up my blog. I will be posting tips and things I learn along the way.
It means, there's this thing called eating that I'm supposed to do 4-6 times a day, and there's also this long list of things that you're supposed to eat in moderation, and other things that are awesome and good for you, antioxidant rich foods and whatnot. So, I'm starting this blog for myself and others, who are just tired of being tired, who have fallen off the horse, and don't have the motivation to get back on, or people who are just looking to feel better, look better, etc.
I am starting off slow. This is completely new territory for me. In high school and college, I used to work out a lot, I played tennis, I had a relatively healthy lifestyle, I was what you called a weekend social smoker. Everything was good, I was active, relatively in shape. Now, it's like I'm back at square one. I felt my lungs threatening to explode out of my chest, my heart was pumping and I could feel the blood surging through me body. Halfway through my first day of exercise, I already caught myself thinking, "FUCK THIS!" But... I didn't give up, I kept going, and I realized I was maybe overdoing a bit.
See, I'm a results whore. When it comes to my body image, I'm extremely vain and instant gratification about it, but as I've realized over the course of the years-- quick results don't mean dick, and just because you're anna doesn't mean you're in shape.
So, folks you're not alone. I will post embarrassing fatass pictures of my body, as an invitation for anyone who has reservations or thinks they can't do anything to change, or it's too hard, too much, whatever. I am doing this. If you want or need support, follow my blog. We can bitch about our workouts, share recipes, talk about clothes we know we're going to fit into. You're not alone. Take it from the ultimate stubborn vanity queen-- clearly what I did wasn't working, I wasn't happy, I felt tired and depressed, so if you're looking for a morale boost or really good smoothie recipes, hit up my blog. I will be posting tips and things I learn along the way.
No comments:
Post a Comment