This is me.

I used to be beautiful. Now I go out with my friends and I’m THE FAT ONE. I never really am aware of it until someone emails me the pictures. However, on March 29 at the event you see above, there were so many pictures taken that it finally gave me the shock and the wake up call I needed. And wake up calls don’t come much louder than this:

 

 

 

I’m not pregnant. Hell, I’m menopausing.

 

So I have to do something, obviously, because I’m sick sick sick of being unhealthy and feeling terrible about myself. The first thing I did was start using my gym membership which had been gathering dust for a month or so. I got brave and weighed myself.

 

173 pounds. That was a lot less than I expected so it gave me a lift right then and there.

Then I went to the gym again. Right away I noticed I was sleeping better, and that’s a big deal. I’m working on cutting out sugary food because it makes me crazy, not to mention fat. Next, I will get a waist measurement and set some goals.

Baby steps. For a grown woman who has had it up to here with looking like a big fat baby.