I’m Jen and I’m about to share a story with you that isn’t about weight loss – well, it is, but that’s not the point of the story.
Everyone shares their weight loss miracle stories, but this is about the years after that, the years of trying to keep the weight off, learning about myself in the process, understanding my blind spots and bringing positive people into my life.
I hope you enjoy it and please remember that this is my story and it isn’t going to be the same as yours.
I talk about my personal experiences but I don’t assume they’ll ring true for everyone.
It’s weird – in high school, I was overweight, but I never knew it.
I loved myself, like really worshipped my body.
I thought I looked great with my curves, my hips and my booty.
In fact, the only reason I ever started losing weight was because I had back problems due to my large breasts.
It was a good health decision and I’ll never regret it.
The side effect was that I landed up in recovery for thirteen days and wasn’t very hungry.
Hello effective weight loss plan.
I lost 15 pounds, just like that.
But kidding aside, it kickstarted of my weight loss.
I began exercising because before, I literally couldn’t due to my large breasts.
Suddenly, I was able to and the reality is, I actually love exercising.
So fast forward a few months and bang, I’m down another 15 pounds.
In college people saw me transition.
Losing 30 pounds can be quite striking, but for me, because I was overweight to begin with, while people commented, they still recognized me.
So what was the problem? I started getting obsessed with losing more weight.
I had in my mind that if I could achieve this weight, who’s to say I can’t get skinnier? And so I did.
I challenged myself and I won.
What happened to that young self-confident woman who loved her curves and never obsessed about her weight? She went out the window with the extra weight.
I knew that when I showed up to my sophomore year of college, after a summer spent at home, dieting and exercising, I’d gone too far.
People didn’t recognize me.
I felt so great, but at the same time, not so great.
It was a complex and layered combination of emotions that I couldn’t really pin down and identify.
I had all of these people on the one hand telling me how great I looked, and all of these people on the other hand analysing everything I put (or didn’t put) on my plate.