It begins.
The blog I've been putting off for, eh...let's just say a long time. I need this. I do. I need something to motivate me, because on New Year's Eve I woke up and realized I'm fat. I'm past fat, I'm a total lardass.
Developing a lardass seems to have snuck up on me quietly over the years. A few pounds here, a few pounds there. It's not like it was a total secret, quite honestly I have a few failed attempts at Weight Watchers and a few hundred dollars spent on weight loss books from Amazon.com. I seem to be motivated for about a week, and then I lose my mind and order double fries at In and Out Burger again.
In the past two years I've paid the consultation fee to see a plastic surgeon about a tummy tuck (oh make that two consultation fees to two plastic surgeons.) I've purchased a treadmill that became a dusty clothes rack and an eliptical machine that ended up to be a much better place to hang jackets. My "fat jeans" have become too tight. Two people have asked me how far along I am, only I'm not preggers. My father in law bought me a pedometer and a copy of Richard Simmons Cookbook for Christmas (but I wasn't supposed to be offended).
Yesterday I attempted to clean my overflowing closet out and it occurred to me that I have kept clothes from the past 4 sizes that I've eaten myself thru with the hopes that some day I will wear them again. As a result, I can no longer fit even a t-shirt in my closet. My poor husband has roughly a two foot space to cram all of his belongings in the closet into.
I'm not entirely sure why I overeat, but I do. I have a theory, about emotions etc., and I'm hoping this blog and your help (whomever may be reading this) may help me to skinny up and leave lardass behind once and for all.
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