I've always had issues with my weight. I think this is probably because my mother put me on my first diet when I was eight. I wasn't overweight, my stomach was just a little poochy. I, like most women, was trained from an early age that what you've got is never enough (or in this specific arena, always too much).

My HW was 160, when I graduated high school. During that summer, I lost weight by total accident. I was walking to work, and drinking diet soda instead of regular. I hit my LW of 121 that August. Instead of calming my fears of fatdom, it enhanced them, making me never want to weigh more again. I've since enlisted in the military, and after almost five years of service find myself at 157, a mere three pounds from my HW. But, this time it isn't about weight. It isn't about numbers. Or scales. Or pant sizes.

I don't feel well. I don't want to lose weight only to fear gaining it later. I want to lose weight and be healthy.

All that said, I'm your average mid-twenties feminist, humanist gal. I read books, enjoy documentaries, appreciate art and live through music. I have a hearty sense of humor, and a never ending curiosity.

Here's to, not my goal weight, but the rest of my life!