I am fat. Now, don't get your panties
in a bunch. I really am fat, obese, even morbidly obese according to
“the charts.” I'm not bedridden, immobile, or even outwardly
disgusting (at least not that anyone has admitted to me). But I am
ridiculously overweight, thanks completely to my own choices and
admitted laziness.
I am also 40. My perspective on
turning 40 was a positive one. I was ready for it. My childhood was
miserable, my teenage years painful, my 20's a haze, and my
30's.....so glad they are over. I am ready for 40. 40 and fabulous!
(So clichéd, I know. But maybe a cliché or two would be good for
me. So far, life without clichés hasn't been stellar.) I even
scored the fabulous new job two weeks before my birthday. I am
taking this “I am 40; hear me roar” theme to the hilt. Except
for one thing (well two, but I'd rather deal with my fat than my
dirty house at this moment). I am still fat.
I've been asking myself what it would
take to finally, finally motivate me to get off my fluffy duff and do
something about my weight. I
still don't really have that answer. I've been slapped in the face
with many things that I thought surely
would do it, such as not being able to tie my shoes without unzipping
my jeans, not being able to run more than 30 yards without
hyperventilating, not really being able to be hugged by my daughter
except around my neck. None of those have lasted longer than the
thought cloud in which they floated.
Cue the Imagine Dragons anthem of
2013.....”It's Time.” (Don't sing the part about getting
bigger. That deflates the momentum I'm building here.)
And
yet....it's time to begin. It just is. No, I'm not going to wax Nike
at you. I've just decided. That's it. No bang. But I'm not
whimpering either. I'm just ready. Now you need to get ready.
Because you're going to hear all about it. Fair warning.
*Please
let this be my first and last disclaimer. My blog and my thoughts
are all about me. I am one person. I do not represent world views
nor anyone other than myself. Please do not take my comments about
my personal obesity to be an opinion, view, or reflection on anyone
else's weight or any group of people, skinny, medium, large, or
plus-size. I am only talking about me. And sometimes her. And many
of our feathers.
