Facing the Fat Monster

If you jiggle and you know it....clap your hands!  *Clap, Clap*

Ok, so I have more than a jiggle.  And I'm finally facing it.  I've used my fat as a shield long enough.  I don't want to make fat jokes about myself before others do anymore.  I'm tired of just accepting that THIS is how my body was meant to be.  I refuse to blame my children anymore for being overweight.  I'm my own worst enemy, so now it's time to be my own best friend.

It's going to hurt.  I'm going to whine.  But I'll tell myself the same thing I tell my kids, "I don't care how much you whine, as long as you finish the job."  Seems to work for them, logically it'll work for me.

Last night was difficult, walking into a room of already thin people thinking, "Why the hell are THEY here?!"  But after my super sobfest, I realized two things....A) It's none of my business why they're here, and B) I'm not competing against them.  I'm competing against myself.  To do better.  To be better.  For me.  Just me.

I'll never be in a bikini (stretch marks, ew!!), but I CAN/WILL shrink, tone, get fit.  Even if this means I only fit into the clothes I already own, I'm ok with that.  As long as I eat better and have more energy, I'll have succeeded.

So I'll apologize in advance for all the posts I'm sure you'll be bombarded with in the coming weeks.  Thanks for reading and thanks for your patience and support!

I love you all!