Jumping ahead to my senior year and college years, I was pretty healthy there for a while. I ate "right" and continuously pushed myself to eat. In fact, I pushed myself so much, that I started to really really really love food. Add that to the fact that I was no longer cheer leading, and I put on the pounds. I was happy. I was in love. I was fat and in extreme denial. When I was 19, I was diagnosed with PCOS and found that losing weight was EXTREMELY hard and nearly impossible. PCOS not only caused me to gain/maintain the weight but was also one of the main reasons I have had so many miscarriages. I knew I needed to get it under control but was still in denial.
Now? I'm no longer in denial. My main motivation to lose the weight is because I want a family. B-A-D. I went to my doctor, talked to a nutritionist, and set up a plan of attack. I WOULD force myself to work out. I WOULD count every.single.calorie that entered my body. I WOULD lose the 80 pounds that I needed to, to be healthy.
Before (please no mean comments about the before I haz feelingz):
December 2010 (-55ish pounds)
January 2011 (-60 pounds)