Wow. This is a little intimidating. I feel like each of these posts need to be perfect since some folks may come across this blog one day. But I hate to tell you, it's not going to be. I'm a fat person. I am tired of being fat. Being thin - it is the one thing in my life I just can't seem to accomplish. I have a wonderful family, an awesome job and good friends. When I look in the mirror, I see shame and disgust. So I don't look. I choose to ignore it.
I will post a picture soon so you will understand what I am talking about. Now don't think I have this bad body image thing going on in the old noggin upstairs. I am a realist. I know I am big. It's gross. I also know one day it will change because I am the only one who can make it happen. I used to hope a lot. Hope that I would lose the weight, hope that I would exercise, hope this and that. I am done with hope, because hope is not a plan.