Saturday, February 27, 2010
Oh, good gravy
Bad food has always kind of been like a secret lover for me. It makes me feel better when I’m down. I celebrate with it when I’m happy. I love it even though it doesn’t love me back. I try to hide it, yet everyone knows.
Heck, several years ago, I dumped the bad stuff for a couple of years. I started to gain my independence. My life didn’t revolve around it anymore.
I lost 90 pounds.
And then, slowly – and, like always, surely – it crept back into my life, filling the voids that nothing else did. I embraced it wholeheartedly and didn’t give a rip who knew it. I didn’t even hide it anymore. I LOVED BAD FOOD, AND I WAS GONNA SHOUT IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS!
I’ve gained 140 pounds.
Think about that: 140 pounds. I’m carrying around an extra normal-sized woman.
It’s time she gets off my back.
Starting Monday, March 1, I’m changing my life. This has been a long time coming. Actually, I reserved this blog name a year ago, and it’s taken me this long to get up the courage to start.
I am going to take the steps necessary to get back the life that for so long, I’ve felt I don’t deserve. I am going to eat better. I am going to move more. I am going to actively enjoy my life – and my son’s – instead of watching it from the sidelines.
My husband is joining me in this adventure (and some co-workers say they will, too). He and I have a hefty but realistic goal: Lose 100 pounds by Dec. 31. We will need to lose 2.3 pounds a week to achieve that.
I hope you’ll join me on this adventure, too, if only for moral support. I have to lose this weight, and I need all the encouragement I can get.
I’ll write about it here along the way.
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Let’s lose it.