…and I’m a fatass.
I love having my photo taken. Really.
Well, OK, that’s actually my face. Sorry for the mixup.
I’ve started and abandoned this blog too many times to wanna bother counting. I start in with weight loss, get along at a pretty good clip, then abandon it, just like my blog. Except my blog doesn’t have demented insulin and glucose levels, isn’t more than 100 pounds overweight, and doesn’t have trouble recognizing its own face in the mirror.
I want to wait until I get in to see a doctor so that I can get baseline labs and stuff done. I also want to do meal planning because otherwise I’ll be flying by the seat of my pants and that hasn’t worked any of the other times I’ve done it. I will grant you, my pants are large enough I could put wire frames in them and actually fly, but never mind.
Anyway, we’re not looking for flight here, we’re looking for falling. As in my weight, so I can bend over at the waist again without squeezing the breath out of my lungs. So I can maybe buy shoes again because my feet won’t be quite so wide. So I can see my cheekbones. And so on.
I intend to start by February 1 whether or not I’ve been to the doctor. That is my deadline. Period. I can’t take much more of this.
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