Fat Girl in a Skinny World: Part 1

I started on my weight loss journey nearly 3 years ago and was surprisingly successful during my first run through. I started Weight Watchers May of ’07 with my mom in attempts to lose weight before our big family vacation to Jamaica. I weighed slightly over 200 pounds upon first weigh-in—a fact I’d been choosing to ignore since after high school. I worked my ass off that summer and shed nearly 25 lbs (ironically this is the summer I reconnected with my now boyfriend, ha-ha). Once school started up again in Fall ’07, it was all downhill from there. I got too busy to continue working out like I had been and my eating habits changed for the worse as I was constantly on the run . . . a likely excuse from any dieter.

Needless to say, I completely let myself go up until now. For three years, I ate what I wanted and worked out next to never. No surprise when I stepped on the scale in January and found that I had gained back my initial weight loss and then some. Today, I am 50 pounds heavier than when I “ended” last time around. Gross. Gag me.

My boyfriend says he loves me no matter what though, isn’t he sweet? I wonder if men know that us women can tell when they're lying through their teeth. 

Anyhoots, I’ve set a total weight goal of 80 lbs. to be lost in 16 months (so by May 2011). That number scares me half to death because it just seems like such big sum, which is why I set smaller milestone goals. I'm crossing my fingers that this mind-trick technique will keep me optimistic about this journey to a more fit me. My first target is 24 lbs.; a goal that I’m only 13 lbs. away from, having lost 11 lbs. already. YAHOO!

Now if only it would warm up so I could get outside more to exercise! (Yet another excuse. See my problem?)

And to let you know how I’m doing so far this week: I just now “smashed” a whole jar of salsa. It’s not the salsa itself that I’m worried about; it’s the number of chips I used to eat the salsa. I'll probably have guilt nightmares about this particular unnecessary caloric intake.

Hopefully tomorrow I won’t be as starved at the end of the night.

To bad I can’t twitch my nose like Samantha from “Bewitched” and be thin. A girl can dream right?

luckyme.xoxo