If you've found this page, you're obviously interested in knowing more about me.
Well, who am I to deny you anything? :)
My name is Rainey. I'm 22 years old. I am married to a wonderful man who loves and supports me in every decision I make.
WHY I STARTED THIS BLOG:
I'm a southern girl, raised up on mama's cookin'.
When I was 2 I was diagnosed with severe asthma, and being pumped up with steroids frequently.
That's when I first started getting chubby. Being sickly and inactive because of my disease gave me an excuse throughout my life to sit out and watch all the other kids play outside.
When I was a teenager, I went through a breakup which encouraged me to get out of the house and enjoy life. There's nothing better to encourage a girl to look their best than a break up.
Through a process of cutting out carbonated beverages, highly processed foods, and sweets, I lost nearly 100 pounds in a little more than a year. I was still heavy at 180, even for my tall 5'9 in frame, but wow did I feel wonderful. Then...
When it came time for me to go out on my own, I was working two jobs, and sleeping through the day. I didn't have the TIME to exercise or the time to prepare healthy meals for myself when McDonald's is so cheap and fast.
Then, I met my husband.
My life was a whirlwind. Work, sleep, spend time with the (then) boyfriend. I really couldn't find the time to take care of myself at that point in my life.. or so I let myself think.
In 2009 I had a car wreck. It was a foggy, rainy morning. The other car and I hit head on. Thank God, both I and the other driver survived. I suffered a broken ankle from that wreck, so I was off my feet for 6 weeks, then with a walking boot for 6 more. I was in constant pain, walking for more than a few minutes at a time was absolutely unbearable. Between the stress from not being able to work and bring money into the household, and the pain in my ankle, I became depressed.
I'm a depression eater. The more I spiraled downward, the more I ate, and the less I moved. I finally worked through my depression with the help of my loving husband and family. Now, 3 years later, I am over 100 pounds heavier. No, that wasn't a typo. 100 pounds heavier.
Since I'm being painfully honest, I'll tell you that I weigh 360 pounds.
I have never felt worse about myself than I do right now. I have never been more ashamed of myself. How could I get to this weight? Do I have any excuses? No. I don't. There isn't an excuse in the world for letting myself get so fat that I can barely shop for the groceries that feed my addiction.
It stops. Now. Not tomorrow, not someday. Now.
I want to be able to look back in a year, or 10 years even, and see my struggles and progress. I want to be proud of myself.
I want to encourage others to get active and healthy.
I plan on being brutally honest with every post I make on this blog.
I'm not a dietitian, so I can only tell you what I am doing. You should consult a professional before you take on any exercise or diet.
Good luck and Godspeed.
-Rainey
