I've always been chubby. ALWAYS. As a kid I just thought it was gonna happen regardless because my mother is overweight. When you take that and add in the fact that we ate out more than anybody ever should probably didn't help. I've tried many diets (slim fast & Tim Ferriss' just to name a few). Both diets worked, but the former was too expensive and the latter was too restrictive. So after 3 months of dieting and 24lbs down...I gave up...and gained it all back.
I hear this is a common reaction...And because I hate commonality I'm trying something a little different. Fuck the diets and the fads. I'm making a lifestyle change. No fast food...no soda...no junk food...small steps, but fucking painful when you use to live off of McDonald's for breakfast, Burger King for lunch and Popeye's for dinner. Too many people in my family suffer from high blood pressure. high cholesterol, and heart disease. At the age of 37 my aunt had a stroke. My paternal grandfather died from complications to a stroke. My dad and his mom both suffer from diabetes. Are the odds against me...yeah. But I'll be damn if I give in to these diseases willingly.
I want to lose weight for so many reasons. For starters my boobs are gigantic and I'm afraid to go under the knife. I've always wanted to rock graphic tees but I feel like the print doesn't look as cool across size H breasts. I hate that my thighs rub together. I want to walk up the stairs and not be out of breath when I get to the 2nd landing. I don't want to have to size up the damn booths at restaurants to see if I will fit (that should have been number 1). I know being smaller doesn't bring instant happiness, but being able to fit comfortably in a regular pair of jeans is good enough :-).
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