Day 4 - 229

I have this adorable friend. She recently started dating this guy. He used to be a chunky kid, or so I'm told. He got two stomach viruses and lost a metric crapton of weight. Now, he's a tall, somewhat lanky guy, dating a girl who is similar to that. 

It's quite a shame that they don't sell stomach viruses at your local grocery store. Then again, it's not something they can bottle up all pretty and place on a shelf. 

I was watching The Devil Wears Prada today. A character in that movie says that she's just one stomach virus away from a goal size. It related to this post better in my head. 

Day 3 - 230

The big goal is to lose weight. Nowadays, who doesn't have that goal? American weight problem. Sadly, I have one of those as well. Thanks to modern medicine, I'm on some medication that is an appetite suppressant. It was prescribed to me because I have ADD (again, who doesn't?). It's actually quite wonderful when I remember to take it. I had been doing pretty well, and hadn't succumb to any of my bad eating urges. Until today, that is. I forgot to take my medicine this morning, and I was famished by the time I met with my twins for lunch. I tried to be good. I really did. I had a caesar salad with chicken on it. I felt very proud of myself, until I started craving chocolate.

Day 1 - 230

Everywhere I go, I feel like I'm being watched, judged, and stereotyped. I currently weight 230 lbs, and I might as well have that number tattooed to my forehead. It's embarrassing to not be able to shop in the same section as the rest of my friends. It's even worse when I try on the older clothes in my closet and they no longer fit. I hold on to those size 13s hoping that one day, I will be small enough to fit in them again. Or even be too small to wear them. I doubt that one is going to happen, but I think the first part is still possible. Which is the real reason I started this blog. I want to be able to document my thoughts, feelings, and progress (or possible lack there of). I don't want to be a part of the American statistic for people who are overweight. I refuse to accept that. Therefore, I must change something about myself. Either my views on the world, or my appearance. Since I'm stubborn, I'm going to say that losing weight will be easier than changing my opinion.

Here's the game plan. I'm going to cut back on what I eat. I'm also going to make healthier choices along the way. It can't hurt, right? 

Wish me luck