About Me

I’ve always been aware of my weight. Having been at the high end of normal or 10-20 lbs overweight from adolescence through my early twenties, I always thought I knew the shame of being a fat girl. Fast forward a little bit: over the year 2011, I was beginning a brand new career, working night shift, living in a city I hated far away from my friends and family, and dating someone who was all wrong for me...I knew that my clothes were getting tighter, but I didn’t own a scale and was in pretty deep denial. When I finally stepped on a scale, in May of 2012, the reality was that I had packed on over 60 pounds in just a year and a half. Add that to the pounds that had slowly crept on since my undergrad days and all of the sudden I was a full 100 pounds over my lowest recorded adult weight. 

I can’t pinpoint when my ah-ha moment happened- somehow, it didn't happen the when I finally stepped on that scale. Over the course of months, I had lots of little moments, until one or the other of them pushed me over the edge. Like the time my mom took me shopping and gently suggested we try to plus size department, since nothing I had tried on would fit over my hips. Or the time I got fitted for a new bra and realized my cup size had exploded from a DD to an H since my last fitting a year before. Or the time I had to admit to myself that I had gone up a whole shoe size because even my mother f'ing feet were getting fat. Or the time I sat down on an airplane and realized that I was squeeeeezed between the armrests and I probably wasn’t all that far off from having to buy a second seat. When someone (a man) informed me that I snore. When a vintage necklace that I love became tight around my neck (my neck!). When I bought three kinds of anti-chafing products so I could wear a sundress without the insides of my thighs rubbing themselves raw against each other. 

Even after it sunk in that I actually was a fat person, with a BMI of 39.1 (obese. obese!), it took me plenty of false starts to get moving. Over the course of the summer of 2012, I was on and off of Weight Watchers, low-carb, Paleo, calorie counting, and even some crazy VLCD (very low calorie diet) that involved choking down shelf-stable beef-a-roni and enchiladas plus like seven weight loss shakes per day. Fail, fail, fail. Desperately searching for some structure and accountability, I walked back into a Weight Watchers meeting one week in late 2012. And I went back the next week. And the next.

So that brings us to the present.  I’m still walking into that Weight Watchers center every single week, and you can read all about my weight loss journey right here at Too Much Britt.