In High School, I was able to scarf down almost anything and my body would not change a bit... on the outside at least. I was blessed with my Dad's high metabolism and took advantage of it to the fullest. My lunch consisted of a bag of Spicy Doritos, a warm chocolate chip cookie, and an ice tea, sweetened of course. I ate this almost every day of the week. I also grew up in a household where food was ALWAYS homemade. You best believe my mom made the best Filipino food. I will claim that til the day I die. All meals had a half plate white rice and a half plate meat. I threw in a banana at the end just to feel healthy. Til this day, I have a weird relationship with Vegetables. We're like long lost sisters. We're getting to know each other now.
In College, it caught up with me... or should I say Boba caught up with me. If you don't know what Boba is... here's a link.
I had Boba almost 2 times a day. It was so bad, I started collecting the "your number is.." tickets to try and get 1-100. I almost made it. Along with late night binges and unhealthy dorm food... I went up 4 pant sizes. I hated myself. I had such low self-esteem and I got myself into a pretty foul relationship that cut me down even more.
My weight continued to flucuate along with my acne... throughout Grad School and when I started teaching. I started with 1st grade and consistently got majorly ill throughout the year. Germs hated me and I did nothing about it. My diet didn't get any better and I never took my vitamins like my mom told me to. I was sick of being sick.
It wasn't until the last couple of years I started to feel better about myself. I started eating better, even putting a vegetable or two in my belly a day. I read healthy magazines and health blogs and started walking and running. Those are still a work in progress, but I'm proud of myself for making these much needed changes.
Now, I have to add that many people might think "Oh my gosh, you're not fat." or "What are you talking about, you can eat anything you want." But that's not the point. That's not why I'm here talking about my "journey." Being "healthy" isn't just about being skinny. "Healthy" is about feeling good about yourself and taking care of yourself. I wasn't HEATLHY. I had low self-esteem that many people didn't know about. I was down on myself and on my looks. I'm not striving to be skinny, I'm striving to be healthy.
Today, I am not as healthy as I want to be. I'm on my journey still. There will be hills and valleys, speed bumps and pot holes, and even forks in the road.... forks full of french fries... and through it all, I will take baby steps and maybe even strides to be a better, healthier, and happier being.
This is me at my wedding (October 2010) telling someone I want to eat a big hamburger... no lie.
I hope by keeping this blog, I can be motivated to stay with healthy eating habits, which include more fruits and ::gulp:: vegetables, my favorite guilty pleasures, in moderation of course, and learning to turn my everydayfoods into healthy treats. I want there to be a party in my tummy everyday!! Take it away Brobbie!