Day one:
I decided a long time ago that I wasn't happy with being as fat as I am. Funny, I follow allot of beautiful healthy plus sized models on Facebook, I even thought about just embracing my curves and not worrying about what societies aesthetic version of beauty is. The truth will set you free. I have Obstructive Sleep Apnea, severe Hypertension, Pseudo Tumor Cerebri, and pre Diabetes. I need to have both knees replaced more than likely because it hurts to walk up and especially down a staircase. When I take my kids to the park, I try to kid myself that I like to stay in the car because I'm just such a liberal intellectual and love listening to my fav NPR. The reality is, I get winded when I play with them, and my back aches from carrying all this weight. It's a sobering reality. I'm a professional couch potato. I like nothing more than to stay home, make a delicious meal with lots of carbs, indulge in a dessert, and doze off after all that partying lol (in my defense, I am narcoleptic and take pretty strong medication for a pretty moderate case of the disease). It didn't take long for me to get this big, Maybe 2-4 years. I've gained well over 150 pounds.
On New Years Day, my eldest son, age 21 and in great shape, said he was worried about me and wanted me to "take care of myself and my health." I knew that was code for: I see that you're getting bigger and bigger woman! I knew it, I felt it, my clothes felt it, and my laziness was very apparent. My portions were enormous, and I was a moody cow when I didn't eat often and with zeal. So today, March 12, 2015, I weighed myself on the 1st scale I've owned in over 20 years. The reading was terrifying! This is why I started this blog. I want to hold myself accountable. I want people to see what a real struggle was like for a woman in her mid 40's, on a budget, and not a fan of clean or healthy eating. I definitely don't enjoy cooking (standing up is a chore), I think the best part of any day, is a day with take out. I love restaurants, and I wish I had a personal chef (shoot, doesn't everyone??)
So here it is...my food journal and weight loss blog. Yeah, cliche, but I'm hoping it will be liberating and helpful to both myself and others. I won't sugar coat anything (no pun intended). I will be honest and forthcoming. It's tough to start with the man (or in this case chubby chick) in the mirror sigh.
Weight: 320
Height: 5'9
BMI: 47.3 (Obesity = BMI of 30 or greater)
I decided a long time ago that I wasn't happy with being as fat as I am. Funny, I follow allot of beautiful healthy plus sized models on Facebook, I even thought about just embracing my curves and not worrying about what societies aesthetic version of beauty is. The truth will set you free. I have Obstructive Sleep Apnea, severe Hypertension, Pseudo Tumor Cerebri, and pre Diabetes. I need to have both knees replaced more than likely because it hurts to walk up and especially down a staircase. When I take my kids to the park, I try to kid myself that I like to stay in the car because I'm just such a liberal intellectual and love listening to my fav NPR. The reality is, I get winded when I play with them, and my back aches from carrying all this weight. It's a sobering reality. I'm a professional couch potato. I like nothing more than to stay home, make a delicious meal with lots of carbs, indulge in a dessert, and doze off after all that partying lol (in my defense, I am narcoleptic and take pretty strong medication for a pretty moderate case of the disease). It didn't take long for me to get this big, Maybe 2-4 years. I've gained well over 150 pounds.
On New Years Day, my eldest son, age 21 and in great shape, said he was worried about me and wanted me to "take care of myself and my health." I knew that was code for: I see that you're getting bigger and bigger woman! I knew it, I felt it, my clothes felt it, and my laziness was very apparent. My portions were enormous, and I was a moody cow when I didn't eat often and with zeal. So today, March 12, 2015, I weighed myself on the 1st scale I've owned in over 20 years. The reading was terrifying! This is why I started this blog. I want to hold myself accountable. I want people to see what a real struggle was like for a woman in her mid 40's, on a budget, and not a fan of clean or healthy eating. I definitely don't enjoy cooking (standing up is a chore), I think the best part of any day, is a day with take out. I love restaurants, and I wish I had a personal chef (shoot, doesn't everyone??)
So here it is...my food journal and weight loss blog. Yeah, cliche, but I'm hoping it will be liberating and helpful to both myself and others. I won't sugar coat anything (no pun intended). I will be honest and forthcoming. It's tough to start with the man (or in this case chubby chick) in the mirror sigh.
Weight: 320
Height: 5'9
BMI: 47.3 (Obesity = BMI of 30 or greater)
