Just Call Me Chicken

I have had a weight problem from gradeschool on. I remember my mom putting me on my first diet in fourth grade, after my third grade teacher rewarded us with all those yummy M&Ms. I fought weight during high school (about 10-20 pounds[really, what was I whining about?]) and even wired my teeth shut. Before I left for college I starved myself for quite a while and exercised faithfully and was the thinnest I had been in many years. When I made it to college with my new look, some guy told me that if I could just lose some weight I would really be pretty. I think that’s when I just gave up. It took about two weeks and I no longer fit into my skinny skinny jeans.

When I was engaged, I was the heaviest I had ever been. When I got married, I was the heaviest I had ever been. When I had my first baby I was the heaviest I had ever been. You get the picture.

Fast forward to today. I was so excited to join this blog and begin a new way of life. Once I was given the thumbs up to be a part of this community, I quit reading the blog. I just kept skipping over it in my Favorite’s column. Talk about chicken!

So now it’s time to take this bull by the horns and bring it down.

I have six children. I gained about 25 pounds with each one, never losing it. Are you starting to get a better picture here? Just the mere mention in passing of the word “diet” or “exercise” sends me into a binging frenzy while I veg out in front of Oprah. I am carrying around two of me, and I need to lose one of me, specifically about 150 pounds. It just seems too overwhelming, and I’m afraid of the commitment. So I’m hoping I will gain some courage by reading about your successes.

I have successfully accomplished step one. Hello, I’m Toni, and I’m overweight!