So, I will never forget one of the most depressing days of my life when I realized that I weighed more than everyone in my family besides my Father, who is extremely overweight. I was in 5th grade and weighed over 200 pounds. A little after that I started to obsess over getting down in weight. I wanted to atleast weigh less than my brother who is 7 years older than me. Or really any of my older siblings (besides my brother I also have three older sisters). I would get up early drink lots of water and every minute of my day was planned. I did something like 500 situps a day, ran for forever. And much more. I wanted it more than anything. I ate but made sure it was mostly fruits and vegetables. By sixth grade all I had for lunch everyday was an apple. But in 6th grade something happened that helped me accept my situation.
We measured our fat percentage in PE one day. Mine was the only one of my friends who was in the healthy zone. (And they all weighed less & looked better than I).
But now one of my worst nightmares have come true. The weight I always wanted to prevent has happened.
(Here's me summer after 6th grade.)
My oldest sister recently lost a lot of weight and after I discovered my nightmare she suggested keeping track. So I'm trying this because I think it might make me feel responsible to report.
So, here it goes..........
(Here's me summer after 6th grade.)