I don't know how it happened. It seems strange to say that it snuck up on me, but it really did. I was an athlete in high school. I was in good shape. Although I didn't participate in organized sports in my twenties, I still thought of myself as athletic, if not an athlete. Even now, in my head, I'm in better shape than your average person who needs to lose a hundred pounds - it's actually more than that, but we'll start with a hundred. Obviously there's some denial at work because I just have no idea how I got here.
But...here I am. I need to lose 100 pounds. So, journalling is supposed to be good, right? Being held accountable by someone - also good. I figure here I can kill at least those two birds with one stone.
I don't know what this blog will actually consist of; progress pictures, what I've eaten (maybe, but really who wants to read that?), exercise I've done, daily bitching about how I hate dieting, my dieting and not-dieting to date. In general, figuring it out.
So. Here I go. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Who wants to go for a walk?
My Thought Chain
6 years ago