In the beginning...

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!