A little about me...Now
I am a 28 year old accountant living in Upstate NY. I live with my husband and our two cats, in what I like to call a picture perfect house. I have a garden that I love to spend my weekends in. I'm studying to get my CPA (certified public accountant) license. Now that I've provided you with my internet dating profile, let's get real. The reason I decided to write this blog is to give my honest feedback about various fitness and nutrition programs I've tried out, including what works for me and what didn't. To enlighten those who have the same struggles that I've had to the fact that you are not along. We all struggle. We all go through it. I've had my ups and downs with my own personal weight issues. I've been cut down by others who tell me I'm overweight and make me feel awful about myself. I intend to share how I have overcome some of those, and how it's helped me grow in to who I am today. .. and Then I was a chunky child (I'm the one in the blue on the right). I can't even begin to explain to you how I heavy I was. I was born as a chunky baby. I grew up, but always had my baby fat (and some of my family members continued to tell me that). I went to sports camps and was active every summer, but the summer of my third grade, I went and I was more active than I had ever been before, and came home heavier. My brother told me I was fat, and that my parents didn't love me. And I believed him. I used to go to my grandparents after school. They ate dinner at 4 PM, on the dot. Anyone in the house had to eat as well. So I ate. Then I went home, and ate dinner with my family at 6 PM. No one told me not to. How would a young child know? I just ate when I was told to, and snacked when I was hungry (AKA, bored). This is where my issues with food and my body started. Third grade. I was what? 9? So here I am, almost 20 years later, and I'm still struggling. There have been times my grandmother has told me that my thighs are too big, and I need to stop eating. I don't need to workout, if I just stopped eating so much. And she doesn't realize that it hurts. Those comments hurt. But I'll address things like that more indepth in individual posts. That's why this is here. For an honest and open blog about where I am now, where I came from, and how I'm handling it. Please feel free to interact, leave comments, etc. I would love to hear your thoughts, questions, and suggestions on recipes or programs you've tried. xoxoxo! Beth |