I moved in January. I love it here. I relocated from Marin county, an area I borderline despised due to the feel of entitlement that emanated from most denizens, to Austin, Tx. As soon as I arrived, I felt like I was home. My husband and I chose where we lived, which was not the case in Marin, a house owned by his father, and while a beautiful house, was never home. We hated our neighbors on one side who lied, stole, and declared themselves 'the good neighbors' (a direct quote, mind you) after they sprayed their hose in through our open window.

When Husband Horse and I moved in here, all of our neighbors introduced themselves, and were really happy to see us, because the 'bad' neighbors had apparently lived in the place we're in now. Having never actually met or interacted with them, we have only hearsay to go off of.

After being miserable so long in Marin, I gained a lot of weight. And now that I'm a lot happier, and we're in a lot cheaper area, we've joined a gym. Not to say that I was completely unhappy in Marin. I had my husband, he was who kept me sane, and me him, but now we're both a lot healthier. So here's where the big project bit comes in.

We officially arrived in Texas on December 31 2015, pulling up to our new place with New Years fireworks going off. It was pretty symbolic of our new life. Moving stuff. Literally. Lololol. Anyway! It's been 6 months, and I've lost over 35 pounds. I've started slimming down some of my favorite clothes, because they've become tent like. I've still got most of a wardrobe to go. Between the move and at one point being bedridden for a year, I got up to 208 pounds. For being 5'3, I was just under being morbidly obese. I've now dropped to the overweight category.

Now, I still have a long way to go. I realize this. But also remember that I'm older than most of the demographic on this site, have a learning disability, and am physically disabled. This isn't meant to be inspirational, but if I can do this shit at 31, you guys can do anything. Seriously. I put a lot more personal information about myself in here than I usually would, but I also left a lot out. If anyone wants to know what I did leave out, like why I was in bed for a year, feel free to PM me.

I'm continuing on my weight loss journey, since I have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome hypermobility type, AKA type III, which means all of my joints go at least 15 degrees past where they're 'supposed' to stop, making them really weak. To those who have met me know that I walk with a limp. The more weight I lose the less likely I am to be a gimp. (I can call myself that. If anyone else calls me that though, it is damn rude.) I hope within the next few months that I will be willing to post a picture of myself on the forums without shame. I've noticed my face has significantly slimmed, and I feel better about myself, odd considering I never felt particularly bad about myself.

Anyway, at this point I'm just sort of rambling. I've been looking at YouTube videos of how to cut up t-shirts and make them super cute, so I'm going to do some of that, and some I'll just slim down. I don't have the money to replace my wardrobe completely, nor would I want to. I'm proud of myself, and I'll still have the signs of being heavier, but I don't think I want to lose those. I need those reminders of where I've been and where I don't want to be again.