It was 1998. I was young(er), sexy, and weighed in at 134 pounds. I didn’t know the meaning of “muffin top” and I ate whatever I wanted while sporting the flat stomach look.
But then something happened.
My job put a corner store in the lobby of the building. That bastard store was filled with snack items and baked goods and sodas for slurping. So every day after eating lunch from the grill (like a burger or something), I indulged in a bag of crunchy Cheetos.
And every day… for a whole year… I indulged. (oh wait, I already said that part)
At the end of that year I had gained 10 pounds. And this senseless eating-style was the catalyst for other “beyond-greedy” events and lethargic, non-exercise behavior. I was on my way to a 51-pound weight gain over the next few years. That is, until I took control and began exercising and counting calories (although I don’t count anymore) starting in 2006.
Of all the sh!tty foods that I still adore in moderation, I refuse to let the crunchy Cheeto enter my Food Trap. I don’t like what it represents: my first 10-pound gain that eventually spiraled upward until I reached 185 pounds.
So how about YOU. What’s the story of your first 10-pound weight gain? And how did you take back control?