To blog about my journey…or not to blog…that is my dilemma.
Really, who wants to read another blog about some fat person’s attempted journey to forge his/herself into a more healthy person? Aren’t there already a bajillion similar blogs out there?! I suppose there are and quite frankly, I think this blog is more for me than it is for you. So…if you don’t want to read it, don’t. If you do want to read it…do. I am pretty sure I don’t have anyone following this blog at this point in time anyway. It isn’t like I broadcast that I was going to do this.
So what exactly should I write about? What I eat? What exercise I attempt to do? How much water I am drinking? What I am feeling physically? What I am feeling emotionally? What I am thinking? What my goals are? Are they really goals that can be accomplished?
I guess I could start with the UBER UGLY…the where I am starting at place. I only have measurements, I am afraid of the scale and I have promised myself that I would get on it only on Saturdays and since today is only Tuesday, you’re shit outta luck.
Measurements:
Right bicept: 18”
Left bicept: 18”
Right thigh: 33.5”
Left thight: 33.5”
Right calf: 18”
Left calf: 18.5”
Chest: 58.25”
Waist: 61”
Hips: 70”
Neck: 17”
Head: 23”
As for the head and neck measurements, we were simply fooling around by then. It took a lot of patience on the part of my friend to take these measurements, as I was NOT forthcoming with them. I am 36, but you would have sworn she was wrestling a 3 year old having a tantrum in the bathroom. The numbers may be off a little because of this too. Eh…we tried.
In the meantime, I can hear all of the “not good food” screaming out to me to be eaten….and all I can do is try to hide. I keep repeating the following mantra: FUCK YOU & YOUR SNACK CAKES LITTLE DEBBIE!
