Well, I think the tagline says it all. I am 28 years old and weigh 240 pounds. I am 5′51/2″ tall.
The three things I will write about are all related. Because of a depression I was wallowing in, I abused ~and at times still do~ alcohol. Which of course led to the weight gain. Which made me more depressed…. You get the picture, I’m sure.
I lost my grandmother last year. No, wait, I didn’t “lose” her… It’s not like I set her down somewhere and forgot where I put her. ~Hmmmm… Now where did I put Nana?…~
No, I didn’t lose her… She died, very suddenly and very unexpectedly. The night she died, I found myself at the bar, drowning my sorrows as they say. And have continued to do that almost nightly for close to a year. A few drinks with friends turned into a bottle, sometimes two, of wine a night.
I have struggled most of my life with my weight. I am not a naturally thin person. I am stocky, and “built like a brick shit-house”. I gain weight easily. Most of my adult life, I have been able to manage my weight with diet and moderate (occasional) exercise. I also didn’t drink on an almost nightly basis.
I could enter a program, I guess. Maybe see a therapist. I don’t like talking about my problems… I am much better on paper than I am out loud. So, this blog will become my AA meeting, my therapist appointment, my Weight Watchers. Except I won’t be stepping on a scale in front of a room full of people. I will log what I eat, how I feel, maybe even how much I weigh. Definitely how much I drink. And I will start to heal.
I will try to project some of my own dry humor onto these pages. I hope my personality comes through clearly. I have a sharp wit, and a wonderfully self-deprecating humor. I can laugh at my flaws… Well most of them anyway.
So, day one: 240lbs
