I always bought double lunches in school. If I didn't take 3 helpings for dinner my mother would ask me if I was sick, or if I didn't like it, a question that bore the full weight of her depression. I was skinny child before about the first grade, but youthful energy fades and youthful eating habits don't and by the time I was in sixth grade I was barely the right weight for an age appropriate pee wee football team. By high school I was just the funny fat kid. I saw my pediatrician for the last time after my freshman year of college and he told me that at the rate I was going my weight would impact my lifespan. I was 300lb. It was a wake call.
Before I went back school he set me up to have a quick rundown with a nutritionist. When I got back to school I started walking, first up the street, then around the block, then around the neighborhood, then mixing in a little running. I started parking in a far lot on purpose. I switched to mostly salads and crashed out the first 50 lbs. I was scared. I started letting myself eat a little more normally after that but I couldn't eat as much, my stomach just wasn't as stretched out. I spent a few years after college working in warehouses which ticked off a bunch more pounds and brought me to where I am now. I tend now to stay between 174 and 184 depending on my stress levels (I'm a teacher and in grad school, so I'm on the higher right now).
Don't beat yourself if you slip we're all trying to be as healthy as we can. I don't think I'll ever be free of my little paunch, oh well. I've taken up middle distance running in the last few years but had some injuries due to under-stretching, which brings me to the reason for this post. For the first time in since probably 3rd grade I can touch my toes, I CAN TOUCH MY TOES!
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