So when my husband got home, I cornered him and asked him why he had not said anything about how fat I had become. All of you should know that love is a wonderful thing, and moments like this are when we can be absolutely sure that we chose the right life partner. He looked at me, shrugged, and said "well, I wouldnt call you fat exactly, but you are definitely ready for hibernation. You still look good to me though."
Sweet though it was, I was still fat. I got a decent scale, and forced myself to step on it. Seeing the red glowing 197 was very hard for me, but it was also a wake up call. I love food. I always have. But I knew I needed to start loving it just a little bit less (or just gaze adoringly at it from a distance), and I needed to force myself to get off my butt and get moving. So on February 21, 2010, I started working very hard to live the life of Eat less, and exercise more. 11 weeks later I am down 27 pounds, and my feet and hips no longer hurt when I walk. My goal is 130 pounds, so I still have a ways to go, but I still have my momentum going. I suppose that is why I joined here. I have been reading for about a week now, and I know that momentum is bound to lag at some point, and I might need some cheering on. I know the first pounds come off relatively quickly when you start out as high as I was, and I also know when that slowdown hits, I'm going to want to drown myself in a bucket of deep fried shrimp, and some mozzarella sticks. So if any of you can put a smile on my face just as big as that shrimp and mozzarella can, I know I stand a fighting chance! Thanks for reading, and nice to meet all of you!
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