The time has come. Today is the day to face the reality so there is absolutely no turning back. I am now accountable for what I write here, what my plan is and stick to it. Right now, the nausea I feel thinking about once I post these three little numbers (that aren't so little individually, but sure are PHAT as one :) is overwhelming. I am terrified of the judgement, the snickers, the disgust and every other thought that may cross your mind when seeing this number for yourself, but the great thing is for me, it will only motivate me to decrease the number going forward.
Two nineteen. When I spell it out like this, it doesn't seem so awful. Actually, it looks like like I am telling you the time. Time for siesta in Europe perhaps. It also looks like it could be 2 hours, 19 minutes - the time it will take to finish my first half marathon. How about 2.19, the healthy amount of weight I could potentially lose per week. How about 2.19 months from now, I will have lost 21.9 lbs? There are many ways to work this number, but the truth is, it hurts. This is how much I weigh. How I have let myself get this out of control is beyond me - perhaps those Starbucks cookies have something to do with it tied with the lack of self control. I admit, I only have myself to blame, and I am the only one who can change this number and my feelings towards it. 219 lbs. 219. 219. 219. 219. 219. 219. 219. There, my big Phat weight reveal is done and over with! Woo Hoo! That is a Phat weight off my shoulders.
The comforting thing is, no matter what you or I think right now, I have already felt all that and more about that number - hence why I have started this Fabulous blog.
Once I reach my goal or even surpass it (Imagine?!?!) I will be so Fit and Fabulous, you may not be able to handle it! For my friend's fabulous destination wedding in May 2010, 9 months from now, bikini perhaps? Hey, it's my blog, a girl can dream can't she?!!?
Exercise today: continue to ignore ignore ignore the phony, walk / jog from home to my dream home street - which will be 6.5 km each way - up that pesky Mount Pleasant hill :)
Tomorrow: attempt to walk :)
Blog soon,
PFF
Two nineteen. When I spell it out like this, it doesn't seem so awful. Actually, it looks like like I am telling you the time. Time for siesta in Europe perhaps. It also looks like it could be 2 hours, 19 minutes - the time it will take to finish my first half marathon. How about 2.19, the healthy amount of weight I could potentially lose per week. How about 2.19 months from now, I will have lost 21.9 lbs? There are many ways to work this number, but the truth is, it hurts. This is how much I weigh. How I have let myself get this out of control is beyond me - perhaps those Starbucks cookies have something to do with it tied with the lack of self control. I admit, I only have myself to blame, and I am the only one who can change this number and my feelings towards it. 219 lbs. 219. 219. 219. 219. 219. 219. 219. There, my big Phat weight reveal is done and over with! Woo Hoo! That is a Phat weight off my shoulders.
The comforting thing is, no matter what you or I think right now, I have already felt all that and more about that number - hence why I have started this Fabulous blog.
Once I reach my goal or even surpass it (Imagine?!?!) I will be so Fit and Fabulous, you may not be able to handle it! For my friend's fabulous destination wedding in May 2010, 9 months from now, bikini perhaps? Hey, it's my blog, a girl can dream can't she?!!?
Exercise today: continue to ignore ignore ignore the phony, walk / jog from home to my dream home street - which will be 6.5 km each way - up that pesky Mount Pleasant hill :)
Tomorrow: attempt to walk :)
Blog soon,
PFF
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