So it has come to my attention that I'm overweight.
I've put off this idea for long enough. It's time to face the facts.
I actually have proof.
Here is me three years ago, on my wedding day. This is when I could eat an entire pizza. I had fast food and Starbucks 5 days a week and never gained a pound:
Please excuse the look of absolute terror on my face. I was afraid of falling while walking down the aisle and I was having a momentary freak-out attack when the photographer was nice enough to snap this shot. Jesus, I had such an awesome body. I was a size 6 or 8... maybe even a 4, I didn't even pay attention to the size of my pants back then.
Here is me now. when I can eat really well and gain 10 pounds in one month, even though it took me 10 months just to lose 15 pounds. I fluctuate between a size 12 and a size 14:
Looking at this makes me want to cry... seriously. I look HORRIBLE. Atrocious. Disgusting.
But the good thing is, I'm ready for a change.
I'm going to steal an idea from my friend Jamee over at A New Kind Of Normal and do Wednesday Weigh-Ins.
Pictures can show you what mirrors can't. I've been looking at my reflection every day of my life, and yet I could not see the MASSIVE difference between the way I looked three years ago, and the way I look now. I don't want to look like this anymore.
I never got into New Years Resolutions because I've never done something for myself unless I really wanted to... I have never seen a resolution through to the end. So, I refuse to call this a resolution. I'm going to chalk it up to coincidence that the New Year is 3 days away and just say that I have a strong desire to not look awful and that I'm finally going to do something about it.
Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.