Monday, October 12, 2009

in search of a scale.

I need a scale. Any suggestions? I've been looking online at BedBath&Beyond, and maybe I will look at Target... any thoughts? I would like it to be precise (don't you hate when you weigh yourself, step off, weigh yourself again, and the damn thing comes up with a different number?!). And I want to be able to see at least one decimal point (i.e. 100.1 rather than just 100). Don't want to spend a fortune, but I'm not looking for a piece of crap either. Comments and suggestions are encouraged!!!

love, kk

Found a basic scale at CVS for $30. It works well and can measure in increments of .1, which is great. Now for a tape measure...

10.11 & 10.12 daily totals.

coffee frappuccino : 292 calories (300 calories in one drink?!? disgusting!!! i have a few more left in the fridge, and then i will be DONE with these bad boys!)
kashi bar : 140 calories
orange juice : 120 calories
t o t a l : 552 calories

coffee frappuccino : 292 calories
kashi bar : 140 calories
kashi bar : 140 calories
low-fat yogurt : 150 calories
t o t a l : 722 calories

20mg adderall
2 hours on the bike : -715 calories

I'll start decreasing my caloric intake as my body once again gets used to consuming less.

love, kk

the beginning.

Call me kk.

I've been browsing through all of your pages the past couple of days, and they have inspired me to start documenting my own struggle with weight. This online community of support is empowering and inspiring. Thank you all!

I have struggled with my weight since high school, but it really kicked into high gear when I got to college. I gained that infamous freshman fifteen (though it was probably more like freshman thirty), and felt absolutely disgusting. I had always been uncomfortable with my body (I don't think I could name one time I wore short sleeves in high school), even though looking back, I was pretty lean. I was always the tallest; the giant, the huge one, taller than all of the girls...and the boys too. I've always been glad to be tall, but nevertheless, it has cast a shadow of "different" over me through my entire life. Sometimes I wish I could share clothes with other girls, try on the display shoe, look up at a boy. So once college rolled around and my weight rose, I felt severely self-conscious. Now I was tall. And fat. The summer after my freshman year I felt so mortified about my body, that I constantly binged until I ached. But I didn't purge. I have tried for years to make myself throw up, and I have never been successful. I don't know if I just don't have the gag-reflex or what, but I have continually tried and failed at purging.

After that fatefully fat summer, my weight ballooned. I didn't recognize myself. I lost my naturally protruding hip bones to a layer of fat. My once-present collarbones disappeared. The flat, firm stomach I was well known for went into hiding. And I had chins. Plural. Needless to say, it was horrible.

I have been a yo-yo dieter for several years now, but have failed to ever really achieve success with my weight. At the end of my second year of college last year, I plummeted into the depths of depression, and completely lost my appetite (dare I say it was great?). I dropped a lot of weight just because I could not force anything inside of my mouth, and then I started getting off on it. I continued to restrict my diet for the rest of the semester, even when my appetite began to reappear. And during the last week of classes, I began to exercise obsessively everyday. I collected a stash of adderall (prescription cocaine, in my mind) from students dealing it on campus, and popped one or two everyday before the gym. I would workout for hours. One time I pushed myself so hard, with just an apple and a couple of adderall in my stomach, that I vomited next to the bike I was pedaling on.

I cleaned up my barf and got back on for another hour.

Eating so meagerly and exercising so drastically delivered some nice results, although I wanted even more. I don't exactly how much I lost, but I must have dropped 10 pounds in the first couple of weeks thanks to my absent appetite, and probably a total around 25 by the start of this summer.

Silly me, thinking I could commit to my new regime for the long summer months. I started out well; I didn't eat much during the day, went to the gym as often as I could, and ate grilled chicken, vegetables, and whole grains for dinner. Those dreamy days didn't last long. Once I started my job again, I just couldn't manage exercise on top of my long days. And then I would feel so bad, that even on my off days I couldn't face the gym. I have learned that I am an absolute all-or-nothing girl. If I am going to diet, I am going to die doing it. If I'm not watching what I'm eating, I have no control and I can't resist anything. There has never been any in between. Which is horrible, but for now, it is who I am, and I think I need to accept it.

So the summer wasn't as horrible as the one before, where I would eat a quart of gelato in one sitting, but I definitely fell off my course. It has been more than two years of extreme self and body-hatred now, and I really can't remember the feeling of satisfaction with my body. In fact, I have been consistently horrified by my body for the past two years, and strongly uncomfortable with it for my whole life. My body embarrasses me, limits me, prohibits me, and sickens me. But this time I want to control it for good. My body is not the boss. And I can choose the fate of my weight. This time around, my journey has been very much inspired by all of you with similar struggles detailed on your websites and blogs. Thank you for your support. Thank you for your inspiration. Thank you for your motivation.

Although I have embarked on many a diet in the past, searching the internet for like-minded girls the past few days has sparked a new fire, a new commitment. That, and two days ago I spent the day with my best friend and his family eating all over town. I got home, and was in pain for the next five hours until I finally fell asleep at 5am. It marked the end of indulgence and the beginning of a real commitment to control.

I am brand-new to blogging, and was hesitant to start my own, but I just couldn't stop thinking about how healing and therapeutic it was to read all of your posts and how rewarding it would be to start writing myself. So here I am. Thanks to you. Please leave any comments if you'd like to, I'd love to hear from you. I look forward to being a part of this community and sharing my experiences with you. I am determined to put these body struggles behind me and reach my goals this time. For my own sanity, I have to. I owe it to myself, I owe it to my body.

Lots of love,