Hello there! Well here I go, on my way to be a blogger. Why have I decided to join the millions of other bloggers you ask? My answer is simple, I'm fat and I'm sick of being fat. The only person that can change the way I feel is myself. So, as of today I am starting my new diet plan and will be writing my thoughts down for the world to see my progress or the cake I decide to wallow in.
I am a 31 year old mother of a wonderful 12 year old son. I have been blaming my rolls on "baby fat" for the last 12 years, and I believe that excuse is no longer valid as of about 9 years ago. I work in a Pharmacy as a Technician and I love my job and most of the people I see from day to day. However, my Pharmacy isn't the busiest Pharmacy in the world and I have found myself sitting and reading in a chair for a better part of my day. I have a bad knee, really bad in fact. I have a torn ACL and torn meniscus that catches once in awhile and hurts so badly I almost pee. This too has been one of my many excuses on gaining the weight that I have and is why I sit down to read at work. Some days it is unbearable and I complain but usually I don't say anything because the last thing my co-workers want to hear is me bitch when we get constant people bitching all day long anyway. There are exercises that I could do, I suppose, that wouldn't bother my knee, but hey its a good excuse.
Again, I am 31 years OLD. My clock is ticking and no matter what everyone says, men don't like the fat girls! At least where I live in the armpit of Oregon. I want another kid and I really do want to be married again one day. So slimming down will most likely broaden my horizons. I don't care what you say or if you disagree, this is my reasoning and my blog and if you don't like it write your own blog.
I LOVE sugar! LOVE IT! I can eat an entire bag of gummi bears in one sitting, or most any bag of sugar in fact. My grandmother was a diabetic who also loved sugar.... she is dead.
I work in a grocery store, the grocery store has a bakery...... it is evil. All those pies, cakes, cookies, doughnuts, muffins, and breads of all kinds. It calls to me all day whispering sweet calories in my ear, telling me that it loves me, that it will do anything for me if I just take a bite, just one little bite..... A whole apple pie later, I am kicking myself in the ass because I believed what it said and now it will stick to my ass forever, yep it loves me alright.
I also LOVE beer. Oh the sweet sweet concoction of barley and hops and/or any other grain you would like to use to make this beautiful succulent drink of the gods. Unfortunately, to my expense, beer = calories and lots of them. Oh and I have to go and like the dark beers, the darker the better. I like my beer like I like my men..... thick and strong. Which, in turn, is even more calories. At this point of my diet, when I think of not drinking as much beer (not giving it up yet) I want to throw the entire idea of "diet" out the window of a truck going 90 on the highway. But I have to do it, I made a promise to myself that I can do this. It is only a few weeks to start, right?