Maybe blogging here would be a good way to keep things quiet, and away from prying family eyes? I'm super private, and don't really have any desire to share this with them. They're judgy, and I'll just shock the hell out of them when I finish it all.
So, hmm. What to say? I have an insane amount of weight to lose. Officially, 135 pounds. Literally half of myself. I think my mind is most blown that I ever got myself up to 270 pounds. Before my first child, I'd gotten myself down to 220, which I hadn't been since college. Then I had babies (2) and just used them as an excuse to eat whatever I wanted, because at the end of the day? My biggest problem with food?
I like it. A lot. I like food. I don't eat emotionally, or celebratorily (in general), but I love food, the taste, the smells, all of it. So when I see it, I eat it.
So I'm on the road. Offically here to be half the woman I used to be. (Though, if I get down to 150 I can't imagine I'll be unhappy)
I'm rewarding myself every 10 pounds, so far I've gotten new pens (I love me some sexy pens), a gorgeous bag, and I've earned another, but I'm still pondering. I may combine 30 and 40 pounds to get a bigger reward.
So that's me. Fat, awesome, and determined. Blogging in a little late in the game, but here to win.