I blame college...

XiaoRuRu

Or I did. Now I blame me and I don't really like how that feels.

Hi all, I'm Bri, 22, recent college graduate, painfully unemployed (thanks economy) and I'm fat. I admit.

I was warned about the freshman 15. I got the freshman 10. And an additional 10 for each additional year, which meant 40. And wow, 40 is a big number. And when I think of it in terms of something, I realize I'm basically carrying around my boyfriend's dog all the time. That is astounding. I'm done. I'm done. But I need help.

My roommate and best friend is morbidly obese. She has been for as long as I've known her. And somehow I was subconsciously trying to catch up. But I don't want to get that far. And I won't. My boyfriend has 4+ years of ROTC behind him. Which makes him high energy and a runner. I want to keep up with him. And I hate being heavier than him. He's resolved that, although he can eat whatever he wants without a problem, he will not do so with me and will support me when I make better choices.

But I don't just fall off the wagon. I jump off the wagon with wild abandon into fields of pizza, spaghetti, and fried chicken! It's delicious! It's terrible. I need more support to keep me going.

The success stories here are inspiring and I can't wait to be one!

Nice to meet everyone.

Bri