Ok yeah... now what?
Seriously, I have a lot of dieting books:
The Zone? The South Beach Diet? Body for Life? I have no idea what to do now.
The Cabbage Soup Diet? The garlic and papaya diet? The stand-on-your-head-and-stop-eating Diet? Weight Watchers? Slim Fast?
I know I need a balanced diet, but I also need something that will make me lose those pounds fast or I will not stand it. I know myself, I have very little patience.
Something else- I HATE water, I just can't drink it. What should I do to make it at least palatable?? Any alternatives?
I'm just... clueless.
9.18.2007
9.16.2007
It starts now.
That's it.
I want to be able to wear skinny jeans.
I had always been the 'cute' sister. It's not that my sister is ugly, not at all. She's beautiful, but she was a late bloomer. She had a SERIOUS acne problem when she was younger, she's "big-boned", her nose was wide, she had eyebrows in the shape of fat leeches and she had this huge mole next to her upper lip.
But she got a nose job, had her mole removed, eyebrows plucked, had her acne treated, exercised and she looks awesome.
Me? I'm more natural. I have never tweezed my eyebrows because I don't need to, I get the occasional pimple once a month, but nothing that won't go away in a couple of days. I never needed to wear make up to look good and I have always had a good self-esteem.
Until now.
I am a happy person. I have a great family, an awesome fiance, fantastic friends... and yet I hate myself.
I hate myself for not doing anything to take care of my body and letting it grow and grow and GROW fatter every day.
I hate myself for smoking all those years, slowly killing my lungs and my esophagus. I quit, but thanks to that, I gained a lot of weight.
I hate myself for drinking so many cans of Diet Coke every day, not helping my now humongous hiatal hernia (not to mention my, also humongous, ass and saddlebags).
I hate myself for not exercising when I knew I should.
This is going to stop.
Now.
Today.
I felt so bad this weekend when we went to my parents house. They have a pool. And I compared my body to my sister's. She's 2 years younger than I am and has a great body.
I have the body of a 50 year old woman who hasn't looked at a treadmill in 20 years.
No offense to 50 year old women, but I'm 27.
I am not fat, like obese. In fact, a lot of people would call me "chubby". But, you see, this is how it starts. And I look older now that I'm overweight. I have looked at pictures of myself 3 years ago and people say "How old were you here? Sixteen?" and don't believe me when I say it wasn't that long ago... just pounds ago.
I am 5' 4'', and I weigh 154 pounds. And 100 of those pounds are having a party in my ass.
I am getting married next year in August and I always dreamed of being a beautiful bride. I am aware that being fat doesn't make you ugly. But I want to look good, healthy, young and proud of myself.
So this is how it starts. A journey to reach 120 pounds.
Oh, I'm going to be sooooo crabby this week...
I want to be able to wear skinny jeans.
I had always been the 'cute' sister. It's not that my sister is ugly, not at all. She's beautiful, but she was a late bloomer. She had a SERIOUS acne problem when she was younger, she's "big-boned", her nose was wide, she had eyebrows in the shape of fat leeches and she had this huge mole next to her upper lip.
But she got a nose job, had her mole removed, eyebrows plucked, had her acne treated, exercised and she looks awesome.
Me? I'm more natural. I have never tweezed my eyebrows because I don't need to, I get the occasional pimple once a month, but nothing that won't go away in a couple of days. I never needed to wear make up to look good and I have always had a good self-esteem.
Until now.
I am a happy person. I have a great family, an awesome fiance, fantastic friends... and yet I hate myself.
I hate myself for not doing anything to take care of my body and letting it grow and grow and GROW fatter every day.
I hate myself for smoking all those years, slowly killing my lungs and my esophagus. I quit, but thanks to that, I gained a lot of weight.
I hate myself for drinking so many cans of Diet Coke every day, not helping my now humongous hiatal hernia (not to mention my, also humongous, ass and saddlebags).
I hate myself for not exercising when I knew I should.
This is going to stop.
Now.
Today.
I felt so bad this weekend when we went to my parents house. They have a pool. And I compared my body to my sister's. She's 2 years younger than I am and has a great body.
I have the body of a 50 year old woman who hasn't looked at a treadmill in 20 years.
No offense to 50 year old women, but I'm 27.
I am not fat, like obese. In fact, a lot of people would call me "chubby". But, you see, this is how it starts. And I look older now that I'm overweight. I have looked at pictures of myself 3 years ago and people say "How old were you here? Sixteen?" and don't believe me when I say it wasn't that long ago... just pounds ago.
I am 5' 4'', and I weigh 154 pounds. And 100 of those pounds are having a party in my ass.
I am getting married next year in August and I always dreamed of being a beautiful bride. I am aware that being fat doesn't make you ugly. But I want to look good, healthy, young and proud of myself.
So this is how it starts. A journey to reach 120 pounds.
Oh, I'm going to be sooooo crabby this week...
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