Two nights ago I officially hit maximum density.
I’ve been watching my face get fuller in the pale reflection of my computer screen recently. And I’ve been wearing a suit jacket to cover the ever-slowly increasing mound of my stomach-flap (what is that fold-over stomach fat thing called, anyway?). And I changed out of a pair of strangely-colored gold jeans because my ass was the size of New Hampshire.
Now, lest you think I’m just some normal-sized chick who has strange weight issues, let me tell you: I’m not. I’m officially obese, and I think the phrase “morbidly obese” actually can be attached to me. As in, “You know Fleagirl, she’s the morbidly obese redhead.”
I know have not 100 pounds to lose to hit my goal weight, but officially 128 pounds. Yes, a whole human being needs to be shed from my frame.
And as I’m turning 36 this year, I don’t have anymore time to waste.
So, what I’ll do to accomplish this:
Stop eating out. No more stopping for Burger King on my way to work. No more totally expensive but delicious Chinese food. Track my nutritional intake on Dietwatch.com. When I lost the 55 pounds that I have since found, I used Dietwatch and found I was sorely lacking in calcium but ate way too much sodium. And I really thought about the nutritional value of what I put into my body.Start walking DAILY. Just move your fat ass, Fleagirl. Gawd!Do yoga or pilates for stretching all the kinks.Cut down on caffiene and alcohol. Sigh.Sleep at least seven hours every night. No more 6-hour nights all week and 13-hour nights on Friday and Saturday.
*Stop feeding my family meals cooked with butter, sour cream & other yummy, dairy products that are really killers.