Hello-
My name is Emmalee
23 years old, leo sign
white female
5'10'' 210(ish) pounds
lives in West Philly, PA
My name is Emmalee
23 years old, leo sign
white female
5'10'' 210(ish) pounds
lives in West Philly, PA
I decided about two months (March 2011) ago that I was gonna stop being such a loser and start getting my body in shape. When I met my boyfriend three years ago I was a size 9, in the process of losing more weight and I thought I looked pretty great. Then I guess I got comfortable and started eating way too much crap. I was a fast food junkie in rehab and he peer pressured me back in. The 50 pounds he lost, I gained. I have always been a big girl, even when I was younger, so the weight didnt really bother me and to be honest I didn't really notice.
Until we broke up. And I started to pack my crap to move out. I uncovered a tub of old (brand new) jeans that I had banished to the extra room and forgot about. I was excited to find all the new clothes until i tried to put a pair of size 9's on and i couldnt even get my leg all the way in the (wide leg) jeans. Bummer, to say the least.
After that, I started becoming obssessed with my weight, not knowing how to get back to being comfortable. I joined the gym, I started going about 4 times a week. It was okay..I enjoyed being active again, but I just didnt feel like I was doing it right.
I have access to a personal trainer at my gym, but I'm too proud/shy/anxious to want to utilize those services. So I'm doing it on my own. I've started running 4 times a week, on top of going to the gym about three times. And I've signed myself up for my first 5k in September 2011.
I have my nurse/dad, to help me out with any medical advice (shin splints- wah!), my aunts who run marathons on a regular basis, and of course, google for any additional questions I may have.
So, I'm using this blog to post about my hatred and love for physical fitness, any important stuff I find out, the songs(with links!) that are helping me through it all- and last but always least, my ghetto ass neighborhood.
I don't cook at all, yet.. If I do, I'll start posting recipes.
Until we broke up. And I started to pack my crap to move out. I uncovered a tub of old (brand new) jeans that I had banished to the extra room and forgot about. I was excited to find all the new clothes until i tried to put a pair of size 9's on and i couldnt even get my leg all the way in the (wide leg) jeans. Bummer, to say the least.
After that, I started becoming obssessed with my weight, not knowing how to get back to being comfortable. I joined the gym, I started going about 4 times a week. It was okay..I enjoyed being active again, but I just didnt feel like I was doing it right.
I have access to a personal trainer at my gym, but I'm too proud/shy/anxious to want to utilize those services. So I'm doing it on my own. I've started running 4 times a week, on top of going to the gym about three times. And I've signed myself up for my first 5k in September 2011.
I have my nurse/dad, to help me out with any medical advice (shin splints- wah!), my aunts who run marathons on a regular basis, and of course, google for any additional questions I may have.
So, I'm using this blog to post about my hatred and love for physical fitness, any important stuff I find out, the songs(with links!) that are helping me through it all- and last but always least, my ghetto ass neighborhood.
I don't cook at all, yet.. If I do, I'll start posting recipes.
Thanks for reading!
Song of the day: PSA by Jay-Z on the Black Album.
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