Personal Narrative: Big E

Since I was a little kid I had trouble with obesity, and controlling it. I wasn’t super active or athletic, except for in the summer when I swam for my summer league swim team, I didn’t like fruit or vegetables all that much, and I loved to eat junk food. And with my family, I didn’t feel like change was necessary in order to achieve success in life, so I didn’t really try to be physically fit,

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This video was about George Alderdice who loss 500 pound and found a way to overcome obesity. He talked about the mindset that happen whuch hinders a person from winning the battle against obesity. Just starting the battle and allowing your self just to get started was a main problem among most youth. Many youth continually put off the start of their battle and deceived themselves into thinking tomorrow will be a better time. Tomorrow turns into next week or next month. Alderdice gave us his personal testimony of how his effort of swimming and running got him a job at the YMCA. The issue of proper nutrition was a major hang-up for youth also because of all the readily available unhealthy option.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

The purpose of the review was to evaluate the extent of observed weight and body composition changes during freshman year. According to the results, the average weight gain is much smaller than the “freshman 15” suggested. Generally, the average weight gain during the freshman year is about 4.4 lbs. overall or approximately 6.6 lbs. among those who actually gain weight. What’s more, some of the weight gain is very likely to be a gain in lean

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

I am fat. I am Fat. When we, as a society, discuss ‘fat’, it is not so much an adjective as it is an identity. The person who is fat is therefore defined by their fat rather than described as someone who has fat, which is why the said fat person starts off her college essay with “Hi, I’m Cyndi and ‘I am fat’” rather than “Hi, I’m Cyndi and ‘I have fat, along with many other more appropriate and exemplary things to offer’”. What does the word ‘fat’ then connote for a person in a social context?

As a little girl I have always struggled with my weight, and I continuously stayed active because of the factors faced against me (i.e., genetics, socioeconomic status). Obesity has been called an epidemic and one of America’s “most challenging public health problems” (Mason 300). The percentage of obese Americans has more than doubled since 1980, with more dramatic increases found among men (CDC, 2007b). “According to data from 1999 to 2000, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reported that 30% of adults age 20 years and older were obese, and when the number of overweight and obese were combined the percentage swelled to 64%. These figures were so alarming that the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services has made the goal of reducing obesity among adults one of its highest priorities (HHS, 2000). To examine the facts of how alarming obesity among adults truly is an under-statement. This topic really hit home for me due to the fact that I have pretty decent eating

Not forgiving someone is like drinking poison and waiting for someone else to die. I have heard that saying a million times and now I get it. The past couple of years of my brothers and my relationship has been pretty rough. He went to boarding school when I was in fifth grade and since he left, our relationship gradually deteriorated to virtually nothing because I did not want anything to do with him. It got to the point where I did not talk to him unless I absolutely had to and I chose to ignore the fact that he even existed. In the past year, all of that disfunction started to bother me. I was angry at him and did not even care about having a relationship so I ignored that feeling of guilt for a long time.

Accepting that there was no way around succumbing to stay under 120 pounds, I’d give in to fighting to keep my weight down to fit into the skinny description that modeling called for, but I’d do it in the healthiest way possible by buckling down and setting a routine that incorporated exercise and a balanced diet into my daily life. So, I thought that I would try to allot my time after school toward going to the gym 3-5 times a week, this sometimes requiring me to skip out on hanging out with my friends. I then figured that if I could squeeze in at least 2 dance classes a week, I would accomplish fitting in my physical activity for the day while managing to keep up my skill in dance. Lastly, and maybe the hardest of all, I began to cut processed foods and unnecessary sugar out of my diet to see if I would notice any change in my body (bye-bye nightly desserts of cake, cookies, or

I’d been obese for years. At an annual check up my doctor told my mother “Your son weighs … 165 pounds.” Compared to my last visit I was 150 pounds. The yearly check-ups showed that I didn’t get where I wanted to be. My mother reassured me that we’ll lose the excess; it didn’t happen. The next year, 165 turned into 190, then 220. Finally reaching a maximum of 250 pounds. I had to learn to change my habits to fight my obesity.

During the second to last week of summer, I traveled with my family to Cedar Point. Cedar Point is a sprawling amusement park with a wide variety of thrill rides, roller coasters, water slides, and entertainment. The park is located near Lake Erie in Sandusky, Ohio. It is the second oldest amusement park in the United States, as it opened 1871. Cedar Point is considered by many to be the “Roller Coaster Capital of the World” because of its record breaking seventy-one thrill rides which includes a total of sixteen roller coasters. I had been to Cedar Point two times before but this was my first time going back in three years. I was excited for the trip because there were many new rides and coaster that I had not

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.