And it's me.
Sure, I've had clues for the past 18 months that something was up but I didn't pay too close attention to these warning signs that fat was happening to me. The physical in June 2010 that told me I had high cholesterol or at least high for me. I am someone who loves going to the doctor because it's always good news so understandably I ignored the cholesterol results. They had to be due to the recent 4 day trip to Virginia to see the Cakes. Drinking wine for 4 days could result in a misleading cholesterol test result. Nuff said, won't worry about that.
I joined the gym in my building in 2011. I went sometimes but it is very small and there are many 20 something young men having personal training sessions and grunting and counting and I don't like that. 10 years ago I was still MILFY so those boys were checking me out, not so much anymore, I just look like their moms. And I can always think of something better to do than work out.
May 2011, yet another doctor's appointment and my blood pressure is high (130/80) and my tiny doctor tells me I need to lose 20 pounds. Oh sure I do and you are only as big as my leg. Hmmm.... well that's annoying can't go to the doctor anymore.
So the fat is building. The photos from my sisters' 40th birthday party show a fat eldest sister and she is me. My face is fast and my boobs are way too big. Stay away from cameras. November 2011...trip to Disneyland with girls and sister and Sebastian and darling 3 year old nephew. My nephew's aunt is holding him in pictures and she is really fat. And once again she is me. Huh. My brother tells me it's time to be done with having my picture taken, too bad b/c I have a great smile but it is now housed in a fat face.
The reason this is such a surprise is that my boyfriend has assured me that I am the hottest thing going so I can't be fat.
And that brings me to December 2011. Aforementioned boyfriend buys me the coat I want for Christmas in a size 12. Best to get it big so I can wear sweaters under it. Um, huh. 12 doesn't fit. I go (alone) to try on other coats and the only one that fits is a size 16!! Well what the hell?!?!
So here I am. I need to lose 20 pounds. I need to be able to wear outerwear. I need to be able to wear a coat. I'm getting started. Getting my points for checking in. I like writing so I can do this. I like to go outside and I think it looks interesting to go running even in the rain. I will go buy a scale and weigh myself. I will write down what I eat. This is kind of fun unless I don't lose weight and then it will just be irritating. My 25th college reunion is this spring. Hopefully I can go back looking good again, not a size 12 like for the 20th. Although I'm not as big now as I was then.
Another issue I have is that most of my pants are size 6 or 8. They keep making clothes bigger and knocking the size number down as America gets fatter! They who? They! They who are making clothes that make me look so fat!
hahahaha
here goes!
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