It has been 5 month since my last blog...
Blogging for me is not quite the same, as an online journal. Isn't nearly as exciting as FB. So, blogging has never really caught my attention. But just as my need to write is buried deep down in my heart, so is my need for sharing words.
This year my life is about to take three-sixty. I am about to take one of the grandest journey's of my life. On November 1st, I will be going to Pennington Biomedical to have blood work taken and walk on a treadmill like a little rat. When it's all done, they are going to send me home with a liquid diet and for the next four months I will be consuming less than a thousand calories a day, while under complete medical supervision. When I loose 10% of my current body weight they will begin incorporating foods slowly back into my diet.
I have been big all of my life. But, this is THE point where my weight has started to effect my health. That ain't good, people. I hurt more times than not, getting winded walking across the parking lot, avoid stairs, and spend more time under the TV's glow than anyone should. Forty is hell folks, especially at my weight. Cougar? Ha!
An opportunity has presented itself and I'm not shying away from it. Who knows what will happen to me over the next year? I intend to document this whole thing with my blog and photos. Quirky little witticisms and what-nots. More laughter than tears, but I imagine when you pry that last "Sucre" cupcake from my clutches, there will be tears...we'll have to see if they are yours or mine but there will be tears.
This week, I'm sewing my royal "oats." I don't have time for oatmeal, but I have been enjoying the last chocolate Whoppers, Jack in the Box burgers, cake, and whatever else I need to give up, to move forward. This is my food "bachelorette party," woo-hoo. Then it's a life of commitment to health and activity.
I'm lucky to have a co-worker who has already started this journey. (It's always nice when someone else makes the little groove for you to follow.) That person, we'll call them "co-worker" to keep their anonymity, has already reached the wonderful veggie and fruit stage. But they will be my at work support system. All my friends will be my at home support system. Or, I will send my minions to dispatch of their bodies...mu-ah-ha-ha!
I'm starting a separate blog for this journey.
