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Saturday, 5 March 2011

Background, part 2

So it is 1984, and I get a really cool job in the tropics. I won't go into the details of that job, but lets just say that living in the tropics, wearing bathing suits, shorts, etc motivated me to get some exercise and watch what I was eating while I lived there. I lived there for 4 months, and as much as I would have liked to come home with a smashing hot body, I didn't. I came home only about 10 lbs lighter than I left.

When I move back to Canada, I come back to my home city. Moved in with my parents for a few months. I got a job in a bar, so that meant after work partying, and going out for "breakfast" at 3 in the morning before going to bed. Surprisingly I did manage to lose a bit more of that extra weight, and I got down to about 130. I still thought that I super fat though.

I know that my eventual weight gain is no ones fault but my own. I know that no one sat on  my chest and forced the food into my mouth, but there were circumstances that contributed. I didn't see how it all was affecting me then, but as I look back I see more clearly now.

In 1985 I met a guy that I started to date. He was a nice guy. He was funny, and we had a good time together. We dated for about a year, then decided to move in together. Things were great, we were in love, I was happy, and I was losing weight, getting back to 125lbs.

This next part is hard for me to write and I find myself unable to continue, not because it is too painful, (time heals thankfully,) but because I'm not sure exactly how to proceed. I think I will end here for now, and go to bed. Tomorrow I will be back, and continue.


  1. This litle by little story makes it interesting to come back for more. You're a Canadian. Me too - Vancouver, BC. You?

  2. I seem to be following Darla around :-) Anyway - you have taken an important first step. Opening up will be the release you need to start again and make a new life. There are people who follow each other's blogs and are so helpful. Since we all share this challenge, we are a ready-made support group with the "you go girl" and "atta girl" comments that will lift you up.

  3. It's funny. (not your story) I remember being exactly at that point mine stems from childhood, but it's good to get it out, eventually mine just became too tedious and I stopped writing about it. (not that you should) downsizers is right, we we're here for support!

  4. Thanks for your comments, I think we have some big things in common. I look forward to hearing the rest of the story.