The other day it was super hot outside and it seemed like everywhere I turned there was a kid with ice cream. Large gorgeous scoops of frozen gold in a waffle cone of goodness. My love of ice cream is real. I haven't had ice cream in over two years and I'll never have it again.
I wrote in a previous post about my weight but I didn't share any "before" pictures. I think the concept of "before" leads to an inevitable "after" but there really is no after in weight loss. It's lifelong process. There will never be an "after" for me because I will always have a love of food. It's something that I have to manage and it can be tough.
The best place to start is the beginning. I started gaining weight in the sixth grade. I noticed it but I didn't think much of it until I had to go for my physical for school. I got on the scale and it said 148lbs. The nurse scrawled something on my chart and gave it to me to bring to the exam room for the doctor. She wrote "Grossly Overweight." Not just overweight, not just chubby, but Grossly Overweight. I was so embarrassed and for the first time I realized that my weight was something that people noticed.