Now that I had my horridly painful abscessed tooth removed and am feeling better I have no excuse not to get busy trying to change that amazingly depressing fact.
I have been a wife, a mother, a daughter & a sister for a looong time. Somewhere between birthin all those babies, divorcing hubby #1, becoming a full-time stay at
I no longer have the energy that I once had.
I no longer look cute in any outfit that I put on.
I have become very self conscience. (I scan every room to see if there is anyone fatter than me, usually the answer is a deafening NO!)
My "girls" who have always been large, thus never very "perky" to start with, seem to have moved south for the winter, and decided to never come back home. (they must have also had a talk with my belly-button, cause it's moved south too!)
My chin decided it was lonely and invited a few friends to join it and hang out under my jaw.
Things that are meant to be sedentary now wiggle.
Things that once wiggled cutely now flap in the wind.
Don't even get me stared on that thing that once resembled a nice bottom. (there are no words!)
I have tried to diet and exercise many times... I have the best intentions, and, when I see no real results after working very hard, I just decide that it's not worth it and give up.
well, this morning I took drastic measures.
I got out of bed while the house was nice and quiet.
I set my camera up on the tripod.
I put on my dreaded bathing suit.
set the timer on the camera
and took several pictures.
I was quickly reminded why I do not like my picture taken!
But... as the old saying goes... pictures don't lie... Oh how I wish they did! Because I do not like what I see. I WAY don't like what I see!!!
The Man-of-My-Dreams has been wonderful throughout this whole getting way too fat thing.
He still acts like I am the pretty, sexy, cute woman he fell in love with, God love him.
But.... I cannot keep going like this or I'm gonna end up like one of those people on the Maury Povich show that they have to hire a crane and break out a wall to remove because they weigh 700lbs! well, maybe not THAT bad, but it's getting there!
I am now armed with my
And am off to the dreaded treadmill....
wish me luck and pardon the whine this early in the morning....
Y'all are a great sounding board!!
I'll keep ya posted.
Oh... and any tips you might have for me? would be GREAT!!