Friday, June 10, 2011

The monkey on MY back turns out to be just my ASS!

I joined Weight Watchers today. In retrospect, this may be a stupid idea the day before a family clan gathering and a month before I go to Italy for 1.5 weeks. I suppose that what I do have on my side is that I will be staying with family while I'm in Trieste, so I will be less likely to be eating crazy.

I suppose I got all fired up from listening to my friend talk about it last night, and remembering how well others have done on the plan. I'm hoping my phone will help me keep my points in line.

The first and what should probably be the most important reason I'm doing this is that I'm officially diabetic. It ain't "pre" no more. I've been taking medicine for a couple of years now. At first I was scared, but then when the medicine worked I fell into a really bad attitude of "well, it's just part of being older". Please note that I can be an idiot. The hard fact is that I'm simply too young to be taking as much of what I call "old people" medicine (This is my blog, I am not always PC). I'm tired of spending my money on prescription medication for issues that could be entirely preventable if I got my ass in gear. Granted, my family history is working against me, but I figure if I was lucky enough to skip the alcoholic gene, I can do what I need to do to fight the heart-disease/Type II/cancer crap that appears as rotten fruit in my family tree.

The second reason is that I'm tired of being uncomfortable in my clothing. I've made peace with the fact that I'm thick, that I will always have to deal with thigh-rub, and that genetics has blessed me with a "booty". If it weren't for the height difference, I would be virtually indistinguishable from my aunts when viewed from the "rear" (insert Beavis and Butthead laugh here). However, I'm tired of always having to shop in "specialty" stores. I would love to be able to buy something other than shoes, purses, or accessories in most every store. I would love to be able to pull something off the rack and have there be a better than off chance that it would be my size. I don't like to shop (I do like to spend money however, go figure) so I cringe at the thought of special occasions because it means I have to go HUNTING for a dress. Hunting for a bathing suit that doesn't cost $250??? Slim-pickings I tell you.

Third, despite the fact that I have resolved to quit running away from cameras, I still dread having my picture taken. I'm not going to elaborate on this one because we all have our insecurities. Suffice to say I feel like I always look like a puffball. I understand this is only MY perception, but nonetheless, there it is.

Lastly, and I saved this for last because it's actually something positive. I recently discovered that my boyfriend is also interested in experiencing a sky-dive. I would never have guessed it of him, and because it is something that I've always wanted to do, this is now something that I think would be a fantastic "first" for us. I exceed the weight-limit though, so this is while this is my last listed reason, it is ultimately my first goal. I believe it is an attainable one, so, baby-steps.

Folks, keep your fingers crossed for me!