I knew this day was coming. It was afterall, my stupid idea in the first place. And I could have easily skipped it, nobody would be the wiser. But the things is, I stocked up for it. Big time. Not sure what I mean by that? Well, then you’re probably not carrying around an extra toddlers worth of fat the way I am. What I mean is that 3 weeks ago I decided that since it appears I cannot peel an onion or scratch my nose without tweeting about it, I would start a blog, to highlight my weight loss efforts. And ever since I have been treating each meal as if this is the last one before the Big Diet. Burgers, chips, frenchtoast dripping with bacon(!!), chocolate….I won’t go on…but I could….
Here’s the thing: I am not a blogger. I probably will not entertain or inform. I am not a weightloss expert either. My approach has always been start off fast & furious and then crash at mid-point. So realistically, I cannot even guarantee I will keep either this blog or my efforts for very long. But something just feels different. It may be my now too tight Gap curvy bootcut jeans waistband digging into my stomach, but it may also be that recently I have decided that there doen’t have to be just one way to do this. I am so used to grabbing hold of an opinion or belief and not letting go. I will read and probe and investigate as much as possible. Get overwhelmed -gawd, who wouldn’t – and out of desperation, announce, loudly, what is black and what is white. But take a look at my header (the picture above). Apparently, there are more than 456, 987, 346 ways to lose weight. And, apparently I suck at all of them.
I have a huge list of reasons why I got fat:
1. A for- real thyroid condition (not just a tubbie claiming one)
2. The medication to treat thyroid problem. Oh and for fun, I also take a betablocker for a heart thingy condition. Combined these drugs have managed to add to my ass AND shed my lovely locks, all in one fell swoop.
3. BonsBons & Starch I like nothing more than to have a great big fatty meal to look forward to. and a bag of BBQ chips to wash it down with. Enough said, I eat waaay too much and waaay too poorly.And for fun, these cravings only strike after 9pm. Way better late at night too. Lovely.
Now I have to find a few ways to get un-fat. Luckily, I thrive on public humiliation & shame. Not that I don’t want your support – I just suspect it will be your taunting and gloating that fires me up!
One last thought: Compare the photos. Really – do I even have to explain how this happened