I’m trying to lose weight. So far, the support of my loved ones has only fostered a rebellious side of myself that will eat twice as much junk as I can enjoy because “this is my only chance!” I’m hoping that talking to strangers will work better. I’m planning to stalk other weight loss blogging journeys, and I’m hoping someone(s) will do the same for me, to make me feel supported and part of the community.
As of this morning, I weigh 267 pounds, and it’s not a good look for me. I’m not healthy fat or sexy fat, I’m all-my-pants-have-holes-because-I-can’t-bear-to-shop fat. Personally, I have a hard time sympathizing with anyone who has less to lose (pound wise) than I have, but if you weigh more than I do and also suffer that prejudice, consider this: I’m absolutely on the way to becoming as heavy as you please. My behavior is so bad it’s laughable, as long as you don’t have to live in the consequences.
That’s all for tonight, I guess. I don’t want to complain too much, but I haven’t done anything productive about my situation to recount here today.