My journey today was so glorious. I put on my running shoes and a few sports bras and went out into the sunshine. And I started to run. I couldn't believe I was actually doing it! And I almost made it a block. Perhaps tomorrow I will actually make it around the block. I never said this would be quick. Or easy. And its weird to run when you are fat because you can feel all your fat just heaving up and down and you swear its making slapping noises. We will just bypass the fact that I had fried chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner tonight. That can be our yummy little grease laden secret.
I watched a program last night about nutrition and how we need fiber to move everything thru our body. Otherwise it slows down the small intestine and WALA we end up constipated. But I don't know if I buy into all that eat a bucket of wheat and your poop will be gold type stuff. Some of the healthiest people I know only eat about half as much fiber as they should. I asked them if they were regular and all said yes. So do we really need all this or is it a ploy to get us to buy more shredded wheat. Which by the way is not so bad. I switched to it from lucky charms about a year ago. I do kind of understand the entire white bread isn't as good as it could be thing. But I would never become a carbaphobe. I was with it until they said no rice. Now take a look at any asian you know. Most of their diet is rice. How many of them are fat? Or even chunky? None. Thats where they all got retarded. Maybe its not the rice or bread but the fact that americans eat half loaves at a time. And oh how I love to do it too.
See I'm not the traditional fatty. I know a lot about food and how the body works. Quite possibly more than I will ever need to know. I understand what is bad for me and what is good and when I have had enough. I'm just a pig. Thats all. I don't whine that I have tried everything and that it must be some weird metabolic problem. I don't say it just won't come off. I know it will come off if I play by the rules. But I've never been one for rules anyway. So here I am about to humiliate myself into getting off the couch. I will measure myself once a month and post them. Scouts honor, no fudging.
Neck: 16 inches
Bust: 51 inches
Waist: 48 inches
Hips: 48.5 inches
Thigh: 26 inches
That is a lot of inches. I told you guys I have no waist. I am not kidding. I have the shape of a potbelly pig. I will measure myself again on july 10. Lets see if there will be any changes. If I keep eating everything in sight probably not. I don't think the fertility drugs help either. They make me want to stab people and then eat them. Now I'm off to the wonderful world of laundry.
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