"Oh, don't be ridiculous; you're just big-boned!"
Last time I checked, bones don't jiggle. Did I miss the memo?
A little bit of history:
As a child, I was very active - TV had not yet taken over, and my days were spent outside. At about the age of 6, I began getting pleasantly plump. I still played outside constantly, and was still very active. By the time I was 12, I was overweight, and extremely self-conscious. I wasn't morbidly obese, but neither was I "average". My mother, bless her heart, would tell me that I was "built like a swimmer" and simply "big-boned".
Now, to give my mother credit, I AM big boned. My ribcage is enormous. But I have seen others who hold the same claim to fame, and big-boned =/= fat. So there.
I dropped some weight in high school, and felt great. But once I began university, and I had to "grow up" (hello, responsibility!) it all came back, and then some.
To make a lengthy story slightly less lengthy; about two months ago, my husband told me I was getting fat. He was being nice. I was FAT.
*Disclaimer: I love the fact that my hubby can tell me I'm fat and not be afraid I'm going to kill him for it. I can take the truth. Most of the time. Haha.*
So, to keep me accountable, I'm beginning this Journal. Agh!!
In the past month, I've dropped 6 pounds, and 2 inches around my waist. We've got a trip booked to Cuba for Christmas, so my goal is to be beach-ready (well, semi, anyway) by December 18th.
You girls are so inspirational to me. Some of the progress pictures here are absolutely unreal. I hope I am eventually able to join the ranks who can say, "I did it!!". Wish me luck!
Thread: Large, But Not In Charge.