Fat Girl Starting Over

So, I start this blog on day 2.  Not the most auspicious beginning, but it will do.  After looking through dozens of old pictures (they would have to be old because I no longer allow myself to be photographed), I could deny the inevitable no longer - I was FAT.  And not just regular fat like a lot of Americans, but rather, I was morbidly obese.  I argued for so long the typical things such as: I was tall and carried it well, or I just had a baby.  No, if I were being truly honest with myself I would have to admit my height was about a quarter of what I needed at my current weight to be carrying it well, and that baby I just had was about to start kindergarten. 

To be even more honest with myself, I no longer took any interest in my appearance, and I feel tired all the time.  This is no longer the person I saw myself as, and certainly not who I want to be any longer.  I was once fearless and bold, and now I struggle with the fear that my weight will cause my son to be made fun of when he starts school.  I hate feeling invisible in a crowd and despise shopping for clothes. 

I'm not following the latest fad diet with a catchy title and best selling book.  I am, instead, taking a common sense approach by setting smaller goals for myself and building on it each week.  This week my goals are:

• Packing a lunch each day instead of relying on fast food.  Healthier, and hopefully will allow me to save some cash
• Drinking the ubiquitous 8 glasses of water a day
• Exercising.  I don't have to walk for any specified amount of time, I just have to climb on the treadmill and do what I can