Here we goooo...

Well, I guess this is as good a place to start as any, you know, the last time I wasn't fat. The story is this: I am going to be horrifyingly vulnerable, expose myself completely here and hope to get some support from people in the same boat (or even a boat next door, on the same lake - or whatever).

Eight years old, bucked teeth - perpendicular to my face style. No, not real bosom, not yet, but more than a gracious plenty later. Was active, mostly happy, pretty dorky, liked fancy lunchboxes, little debbies, coveted neighbors' barbie supplies. I was, with a few thousand exceptions, normal (in a loose, relative sense of the word). So what happened? Well, I am told that these things happen when one eats more and moves less. On one hand it is just that simple and on the other, never that simple.

So now, I have this thing to do. This thing, again, simple on one hand, gloriously complicated on the other, is to lose 100 pounds. I have a small start (meaning, I don't have to lose more than that because I have already dropped a few) and am stuck now. I was thinking I would be more inspired with an audience and hopefully could do some inspiring of my own.

Baby steps will accomplish this. Changing meals, walking to work. And home from work. And anywhere I can. Thought for the evening: on walking home. If you have never felt the burn of hot sweaty thighs rubbing in a friction frenzy, feel free to drop off the face of the earth. As for me, I will go experience a little of it now. Imagining how ants must feel when the cruel bully focuses the sun on their hill through a magnifying glass. hot hot hot. rash. burn baby burn. Just tell me it's alllll worth it. It is. Tomorrow, I begin the public humiliation of one soon-to-be lulicious lu.