Hello! I'm Shanna. I've started this blog to keep up on my journey before and during Weight Watchers.
So without further ado....here we go!
I've been big all of my life. Ever since I was a chunky little girl up til now. The earliest memories I have of my weight being a problem is when I had my FAVORITE skort set in pre-k and my zipper came undone in the back...my teacher {Poor, poor Ms. P} couldn't zip it back up. Fast forward to 6th grade...I was at the hospital when my dad had heart surgery when his less-than-pleasant then-girlfriend dragged me outside {She ALWAYS put an emphasis on my weight} into the hall and pushed me onto a scale. To my horror, I was 160lbs...she promptly called me a "fatass" and walked away. Yup, Thanks. It would probably help to mention that another reason I would stay large is because I would turn to food any time I was depressed, because from K-7th grade I {along with my brother and sister} was abused by my EX-stepdad. My mother got away when I was in 8th grade, but the damage was done. Then, in high school I was in band. Played percussion and was proud. 9-10th grade I was on the sidelines and stationary, but in 11-12th grade I marched on the field with a big drum strapped to my chest. At that time I was in WW with my stepmom and went from 252.2 lbs down to 235.4...Until I couldn't attend anymore. I maintained anywhere from 240-250 when I met my ex-husband. I was happy and in love and ended up moving from Houston, Tx to El Paso, Tx in 2008. I loved being there after about a year, but missed home. My marriage started failing and so I turned to food for comfort and ended up at my highest weight of 278.8. I was mortified, horrified, and depressed. He didn't help very much in the weight loss department...he never supported anything I wanted to do and put me down at every turn. I remember one instance at the Houston rodeo he bought a Coke {$7} and I was drinking out of it because he refused to get me any water or lemonade. I apparently took one too many swigs of soda and in front of God and everybody he said "You don't need to drink this, you need to lose weight!" Wow. Once my ex and I moved back home to Houston in 2010, we went through a divorce and I lost 40lbs. I've been living life since then but have gained weight. I haven't checked a scale lately, but I am not yet in a position to go to WW. I am ready, but my fridge consists of a few slices of cheese and mayo. I just started a new job as a photographer and I have to wait for my first check to come in, heh.
Life has been looking up for me lately...new job, new amazing boyfriend, finding new awesome friends....I'm realizing that I need to start taking care of myself and with Jeff's care and support, I believe that I can do it.
Sorry for the mile-long intro, but I had to get it all out there!
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