Hi everyone! My name is Cait and tomorrow is my 29th birthday. I thought that today would be a good start to my next year by joining a community I can share my journey with.
So my story doesn't start in college, but I believe it's where I need to start this. I went away to college and I was miserable, and like I always have, I ate to make myself feel better. Which, as many of you know, is a horrible way to raise your spirits! I ate a lot of crap and didn't really get off my butt except to go to classes. Skip ahead to January 2012, I had graduated college and was living at home, I figured that then would be the perfect time to finally get off the couch and get help. I joined a gym, got a trainer, and getting a job that summer helped a lot too. I fell into a bad crowd filled with alcohol, weed and ecstasy and then something really bad happened to me and my "friends" kicked me out of our house because of a lie they were told, when in reality I was the victim and left completely alone. I threw myself into working out and eating well, got into lifting and fell in love with it. I did pilates once a week, which I almost got a certification in to teach. I studied for my personal training certification, but failed its practical portion, due to text anxiety. After that, all of my hard work started to fall apart, I lost motivation and stopped lifting and starting drinking more instead. I met my boyfriend in November '13 and my working out really went out the window. It wasn't his fault, I have never had a boyfriend before and honestly had no idea how to keep being myself and I still have plenty of issues doing that. Anyway, I was accepted into the nursing program in my nearby community college and starting classes in August, in September I lost my job because they didn't want to deal with my schedule, which was only horrible the first month and then was cut down to two days. This loss of my full paycheck and my boyfriend's history continuing to pop up at horrible times, has made my weight go from bad but not horrible to "i can't fit into my biggest jeans" due to stress eating and lack of motion.
I need people to keep me honest, or that I can count on to be supportive to way I need. I recently found out that there is a maternal hypothyroid issue going back at least 3 generations which could also be causing problems for me, weight and mental health wise.
So that is the majority of my story, I'm glad I could share with you all. I look forward to meeting you guys and be as supportive to you as you will be to me!
So my story doesn't start in college, but I believe it's where I need to start this. I went away to college and I was miserable, and like I always have, I ate to make myself feel better. Which, as many of you know, is a horrible way to raise your spirits! I ate a lot of crap and didn't really get off my butt except to go to classes. Skip ahead to January 2012, I had graduated college and was living at home, I figured that then would be the perfect time to finally get off the couch and get help. I joined a gym, got a trainer, and getting a job that summer helped a lot too. I fell into a bad crowd filled with alcohol, weed and ecstasy and then something really bad happened to me and my "friends" kicked me out of our house because of a lie they were told, when in reality I was the victim and left completely alone. I threw myself into working out and eating well, got into lifting and fell in love with it. I did pilates once a week, which I almost got a certification in to teach. I studied for my personal training certification, but failed its practical portion, due to text anxiety. After that, all of my hard work started to fall apart, I lost motivation and stopped lifting and starting drinking more instead. I met my boyfriend in November '13 and my working out really went out the window. It wasn't his fault, I have never had a boyfriend before and honestly had no idea how to keep being myself and I still have plenty of issues doing that. Anyway, I was accepted into the nursing program in my nearby community college and starting classes in August, in September I lost my job because they didn't want to deal with my schedule, which was only horrible the first month and then was cut down to two days. This loss of my full paycheck and my boyfriend's history continuing to pop up at horrible times, has made my weight go from bad but not horrible to "i can't fit into my biggest jeans" due to stress eating and lack of motion.
I need people to keep me honest, or that I can count on to be supportive to way I need. I recently found out that there is a maternal hypothyroid issue going back at least 3 generations which could also be causing problems for me, weight and mental health wise.
So that is the majority of my story, I'm glad I could share with you all. I look forward to meeting you guys and be as supportive to you as you will be to me!
