I don't exercise. I despise sweating on purpose. Living in Dallas, I sweat enough as it is. I don't like being sore. I don't like Salad. Broccoli should be deemed inedible. Yoga, which I’ve done once, was fun and all but looking at my fat ass in the mirror for an hour was traumatizing. I’d like to pretend that I am not overweight/borderline obese. I’d like the pretend that French Fries count as a vegetable. I’d like to pretend that if you put Jalapenos on your nachos that it makes them healthy. I’d like to pretend that grocery shopping once a week counts as “going for a walk”. However, none of these things are true. I am fat. I am unhealthy. I make poor choices. The weight is affecting my life. The weight is making me grumpy. The weight is hindering my ability to be a good and active mother. The weight is affecting my sleep cycle. The weight is affecting my menstrual cycle. The weight is affecting my love life. The weight is causing intense lower back pain. While, trust me, I would LOVE for my boobs to stay the size that they are right now, I need to make a change. I’ve always had a self-deprecating sense of humor. Once your friends stop responding to your “I’m so fat” comments with “No you’re not!!!” then you realize that you are actually fat. I’ve always had larger friends. I’ve always been the skinny friend. Weight has always just fallen off when I want it to… I am only 28 years old; I shouldn’t be at this point in my life at 28 years old! I shouldn’t be gaining 1-2 pounds a week. I don’t know what else to say except, I’M READY!!!
