I have officially hit a new high which is my ultimate low. 250. On the dot. No more, but I've weighed a lot less. I'm 5'9". I'm still (barely) fitting into my size 16s. I think it's time I stare down that number and do something for myself. No point in dragging myself through the rocky road and eating my sadness. That's how I got to 250 in the first place. It was a delicious road, but it's not a healthy one.
So, lets start with something a lot of women don't do, no matter what that number is. Is it taboo? Maybe. But in my instance, it's a needed kick in the ass to finally steer myself in the right/healthy direction. It is also my decision.
Hi, World. My name is Emily, and I weight two hundred and fifty pounds. I'm five-foot nine-inches tall and I just turned 28.
Here are my measurements:
Here is my photo of where it's all at:
Am I a confident person? Kind-of. I'm not self-loathing. I don't hate myself (unless it's that time of the month - moods), but I don't think I should own all 250 pounds of myself. Well, I do own it. But I don't want to own it. I know I'm not built to be a Kate Moss skinny girl and that's OK. I've never been a rail-thin girl; I've always had some meat on my bones and I like that. I like my bum, I like my boobs, but I don't like that spare tire that is probably going to cause me more problems down the road that one should want or have.
When I weighted myself just 10 minutes ago, I saw two hundred and fifty staring back at me. I didn't cry. I didn't puke. I didn't eat anything immediately after. But I did say to myself, wow. And I don't want to have that kind of disbelief and disappointment ever again. My life choices got mere here, and my life choices can get me out of here.
I suppose I should say "Hi" to 250 since this is the first time I've been here, but I'm going to say good bye because I never wan't to meet 250 ever, again.
I need to let this soak in as I do some web research. Calorie tracker, fitness band and some classes I can start taking.
Goodbye, two hundred and fifty. You were not a pleasant thing to meet, but something that I had to.
