My name is Celeste and I’m a binge eater. They say the first step is admitting you have a problem. Now that I’ve done that, the weight should just fall off, right? Wrong. So wrong.
I’ve always known I was a binge eater. Hell, my nickname on my soccer team was “the garbage disposal”. Until a few years ago (around the time I quit playing soccer) I always liked that I had that reputation. The reason it never bothered me was that I was always an athlete and the calories couldn’t catch up to me.
Then life got a bit more serious than just high school and soccer practice. I was a full time college student who was not only binge eating, but binge drinking. The calories found me. I thought I could fight them off by filling my head with nutritional knowledge, so I majored in Dietetics at Michigan State University. All that did was make me feel even guiltier shoving my face with an entire Hot N’ Ready from Little Caesar’s. Even then, my weight wasn’t too big of an issue. I was still an athlete and even ran the San Francisco Marathon the summer going into my senior year.
Around July of that year, I acquired a boyfriend and became a lazy POS. I stopped long distance running and developed a serious addiction to Hot Wings. I set myself up on one of those budgeting websites that keeps track of your spending and was alarmed when the pie chart that represented my “Restaurants and Grocery” spending was 90% “Wings Over East Lansing”. That was my first wake up call.
I graduated, broke up with the boyfriend, moved back home and decided to become a vegetarian. I immediately dropped about 20 pounds. It was amazing. My biggest responsibilities that summer were walking the dog and working on my tan. I looked and felt great. Towards the end of the summer, I finally got a job and moved out to California. It took about 4 months at a desk job for me to gain all the weight back. Staring at a computer screen and about halfway through my 3rd candy bar, I realized how much work affects my eating habits.
Fast forward about 2 years and I’m living in Portland and about 20 pounds overweight… Still working at a desk job. I swear it’s not as depressing as it sounds. I actually love my job. I just need to figure out how to stay away from the free ramen and candy bowl when the stress hits. It doesn’t help that the cafeteria offers enough fried options that even Colonel Sanders’ head would spin.
This is where this blog comes in, I figure documenting my journey through weight loss and the trials and tribulations that follow will keep me motivated. My goal is to lose 20 pounds by April and hopefully be training for another marathon. I figure making the journey public will make me stick to it. I have more than enough knowledge on how to be healthy; time to actually apply it. See you suckers in 2011!