We are finally going to do it! Stop years and years of poor eating, food comfort and just plain ol' laziness. We want to look good naked, wear 5" heels comfortably, while surviving the inevitable zombie apocalypse and attack by our robotic overlords. It's going to be a hilarious journey. Or something. We're just sayin'.
I have a long and tortured history with the art of losing weight. I'm so good at it. I've been the Queen of Weight Watchers, the poster child for Jenny Craig, a card carrying member of Nutri System, and an advocate of Dr. Adkin. Each time, I end up back at the beginning, usually with more pounds than I started with.
I grew up in a Weight Watcher household. My mother lost 60 pounds and became a Lifetime Member. It was preached to me from an early age to watch what I ate. We didn't have Little Debbie's or Frito Lay around my house. I had an average kid's diet, and became a teenager eating things like pizza and burgers just like everyone else. I didn't have the best eating habits, but I didn't have a weight problem.
Poor picture quality, but you can tell I was cute, right? I thought so.
I didn't start the battle of the scale until the end of my high school years. When tragedy struck my family, I turned to food. I remember my first binge. All the food left at my house after my older sister's funeral was just there, and I remember thinking it was all going to waste. Thus began the food-as-comfort cycle in my life. By college, I was just a little chunky.
Again, poor picture quality. But still cute, right?
It kept going, and I kept gaining, until I was 50 pounds overweight. Then, I had 3 children. Fast forward several years. I started this journey on January 1, 2012 at 90 lbs overweight. Unlike Georgia, I am not so tenacious. I fear failure, sometimes to the point of paralysis. Not this time. Stick with me and I'll post before and after pics when I have a rockin' bod. Until then, this will have to do.
You don't have to ask what the hand-on-the-chin move is all about. Everybody knows that trick. But I do look cute, right?
38 pounds down, six months into this primal thing. I have a waist! And jeans I bought in a regular, non-fat chick store!