In the beginning there was fat... and lots of it.

I’m fat? When did that happen? It wasn’t like one day I was slim and trim and then wham, overnight the fat appeared like some glaring zit on your chin. Nor, was it like some monster, slinking down some dark alley searching for an unsuspecting thin body to pounce on and inject its fat globules into your pours.
No, it moved in slowly, a piece at a time. A few too many chips here or another donut there, interspersed with declining physical activity and before you know it, you are out of breath just going up a flight of stairs or red faced from bending over to pick up your napkin from the floor.
I’m sure I noticed it was there; this fat suit on my body. How could I miss the extended waistline or extra chin? Sometimes it was if a thin misty veil fell over my eyes when I looked in the mirror and the person that looked back at me looked absolutely fine. Just fine. Boy, was I well and truly kidding myself.

I started this diary on January 2006. Now clearly I had some issues, since it has taken a year to take control of my life and to get it on track. Perhaps it is the fact that I am turning 46 in May, or it was the fact that I am so frigging tired of stretch pants I could throw up. But whatever the reason, I am now on a better course to fulfill my goal of losing weight and living better.