I'm brand-spanking new to the world of dieting, and to this forum. Well, I mean, I know what a diet is but have I ever been serious about one? **** no. I cannot even stand to think about counting calories! My whole life my mom told me one day I'll decide to do it for me, and no one else can force me to diet. Well, last night it came to ahead after a month long internal debate over whether I should get off my fat, well, you know what what. Below I've made a list of pros and cons! Ungh, I feel like I'm in school.
Let me remind myself of the pros and cons of going on a diet.
PROS
I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t think that I needed to lose a few pounds, or maybe a hundred. Obviously, I have felt sluggish and a little worried when my heart skips a beat. It is also my biggest fear for my mother to have to bury me at such a young age. That thought alone brings tears to my eyes. If she does have to bury me young, I want it because I beat up a thug for stealing an old ladies purse, not because I shoved pizza in my trap.
Come January, my family is welcoming the first baby. My sister, who is also overweight, is giving birth to a sweet girl. I want to be able to live and see my future children play with Bailey. I also don’t want to go to Bailey’s school for a play, or something like that, and be the fat aunt. Yeah, that’s a bummer for a little kid to have a “fat” family.
I’ve always been a big girl. I’ve rocked the **** out of my shape, and I’ve kept a great positive attitude about I look. I personally feel if people don’t like the way I look, then don’t look. However, what do you do when you cannot stand looking at yourself? Yeah, that’s become my latest problem. I hate the way I look nowadays, when I used to feel like I dressed so cute. My pants that were once my fat pants have long been retired, and sweats are my choice of dress. That’s totally unlike me. I’m not blaming my weight on anyone but myself, but I know that the weight didn’t start to really pack on until I moved in with my ex, and we got so comfortable with each other. However, the bottom fell out and now I’m left with bills, a dog and extra padding. Totally lame!
CONS
- I don’t give a damn what anyone says. Diet does not taste good. It will never taste as great as great as a big cheeseburger with a coke. Um, yeah, that’s it.
Obviously the pros outweight (hehehe) the cons. I’ve also set realistic goals for myself. Lower my blood sugar, lower my blood pressure, lower my cholesterol and tone up. **** the pounds, dude. I’m not gonna be stressed if I lose a pound, or gain one. I’m not even gonna step on a scale for the first month actually. Drastic? I don’t want to know how much I weight. If I see it, I might get discouraged and I cannot afford to lose now. I know that just being active, and eating healthier will work out for me in the long run. I’m not gonna be a model-size, and nor do I want to be. I know I have to be real with my goals, and not set myself up for failure. I’m also not looking to tell anyone except my mother, because she’s the one who is going to be on this journey with me. For each other, and the baby that is coming. I already told her not to coach me, and not to ***** when I eat something that isn’t helping my diet. I told her I need to go slow, but I’m finally at the point of my life where I know I need to do something.
I just want to live, and I can’t live with clogged arteries. It’s that simple. Wish me luck.