Journey

"She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.  She speaks with wisdom and faithful instruction is on her tongue." Proverbs 31:25-26

Good evening, ladies and gents.  I hope that your week has gone well, and praise the Lord (literally) tomorrow is Friday.  I think I went through about five or so drafts before sticking to this one.  So here goes nothing!

In all of the years that I have set a goal for losing weight and being healthy, I haven't met it.  In fact, I talk a pretty good talk, but my actions do not follow quite as well.  I'm not much of a Facebook fan, I mainly keep my profile so I can stay in touch with friends and ooh and ahh over their pretty pictures.  Tonight, I came across one particular lady, who has basically transformed her life and lost a great deal of weight.  It got me thinking - I used to wear that size clothing, and I used to weigh that.  Thank you, "freshmen fifteen" (or whatever you want to call sneaking two packs of swiss cake rolls a day) for making me gain more than I wanted.  Since high school, I have increased two-three sizes (depending upon the article of clothing), and while that doesn't seem like much, I'm tired of it.  

This time it's different.  I'm tired of feeling insecure in a swimsuit or in a tighter-fitting top.  I'm tired of having to constantly pull up my jeans over the ugly "muffin top" I so lovingly call my waist.  I'm tired of having to buy a size larger because it just doesn't fit right.  I have a whole bunch of adorable dresses that are in the other closet and I can't fit into them because I'm too big.  It's so disheartening when you see a cute little strapless dress in the store, and you know you won't look good in it because you're too... curvy.

I'm tired of the taste of fast food.  It's getting old and repetitive.  I'm tired of feeling disgusting because I just drank an entire large coke and I'm still thirsty.  I'm tired of going to a Mexican restaurant and can't stop eating chips and queso.  I'm tired of not having the energy to cook anymore like I used to and being too dad-gum lazy in the first place when I have perfectly healthy food in the fridge.  

For the record, according to the National Institute of Health's BMI calculator, I am sitting at a 24.8, keeping in mind that "normal" is ranged from 18-25 and body types obviously contribute to the variation.  Not to mention, being 5' 2 1/2 and short-waisted is somewhat working against me.  Nevertheless, it's a scary thought.  I have never considered myself obese, just a little on the chubby side.

Tomorrow begins my journey.  I heard somewhere it takes four weeks for you to notice a change, eight weeks for family, and twelve for friends.  Let's do this.