My story.

Ohmarymary

Hi everyone , I'm the chubby child in the family and I've been struggling with my weight my whole life. In 2010, I was 18 weighing 98 pounds and that was when I lost the most weight staying fit from playing flag football. In 2014, I was at my heaviest weight. I believe it was 113, (which it wasn't even considered "fat") from working in fast foods until I started the insanity program and went jogging every morning when I had a day off work. Within a month and a half, I lost a lot of weight and people started noticing, which gave me so much pride and happiness...until i received news that my aunt had passed away. I gave up working out after because I felt like I had wasted to much time in myself that I wasn't even aware how sick my aunt was until it was too late. In year 2018, October, I was at my heaviest. I weighed 130. Indeed, I WAS very overweight considering I'm only 4'11, and none of my clothes looks as good as it use to on me. I had a trip to Vegas within 2 weeks and I only lost 3 pounds(consist of under eating). After my one week getaway, I stopped taking care of myself again. I just told myself I didn't care anymore and it's okay when I knew it wasn't. So I started binge eating, no exercise, no nothing. June 2018 I had finally weigh myself again and I was 135. I was so shook when I saw the numbers. So I planned this whole thing where I would eat healthy and do insanity again. However, it didn't work as planned. I let myself down the drain again and told myself, "I don't care. I'm just going to be fat." Because I gave up on me. At that point anything I wore didn't look nice anymore. I felt so ugly and so humiliated to be out in public. 3-5 weeks ago, I was AT MY REAL HEAVIEST weighing 145. At that point, none of my Jeans fit, my shorts were tight around my thighs, and my family are really legit calling me FAT. What's more humiliating was friends asking your siblings if I did get fatter. When my sister told me that and she giggled, it hurts. I'm hurt. I once told myself to be confident and like, fu** it. I'm just going wear what I want and look how I am. What sucks about this is when i accept the fact "I am fat. I know I am." but still want to wear my cute top, I was told I look fat, I need to change. I can't and won't be ever to accept me. So as of right now, I weigh 137.6 pounds. Yes, I'm sad and hurt but with all these insecurities of how I look, I want to be a better version me and I know I CAN be a BETTER HEALTHIER ME. Especially, i need to love my body and keep it nutritious and healthy. I have more to say but my journey starts now and i just want to be happy.

Thanks for reading a small summary of my story and let's support one another. Add me! Good luck to you all guys!!

MarvinsFitLife

Hey you can add me for support let’s turn this into a successful story

chrisahubbard

Your story is awesome. You’ve been down and now you’re deciding to get back to business! That’s the hardest part of making changes, realizing a change needs to be made. So awesome to see the passion you’re going to use to accomplish your goal!