Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Day One - My thighs made WHAT sound?
Hi there. I am JC. I am a fat chick.
No, it is okay, really. To me, fat is not an evil word and the root of all things horrible. It is just a descriptive word, a truth. I have brown hair, a great collection of books, an addiction to history pod casts, a twisted sense of humor and I am fat. This blog isn’t about body hate, or fat-ism, or radical plans to live on rice cakes and tap water for 6 months. Nor is it going to be about throwing up into Tupperware and hiding it in my closet (thank you , Calista Flockhart made-for-TV movie, it has been 15 years and I am still traumatized by that.) It is a chronicle of my attempts to go from a girl who is starting to feel trapped in a body that isn’t working as well as I would like it, to a healthier version of that girl.
I am 34 years old. I have high blood pressure and my feet hurt a lot. I have to worry about whether or not I will have to buy an extra plane ticket when I go on vacation next year. I spend too much money on “secret food” – money I should use for my daughter’s college fund, or hell, to buy myself some cute boots or something. I am starting to go from an active, seize the day, type of girl to someone who likes the couch too much. My greatest fear in life is that on my deathbed, I will have regrets about my life. I don’t want my weight to be my biggest regret. And right now, it is.
So – today is the day. Nothing extraordinary happened today to prompt this aside from the fact I am turning 35 in a few weeks. 35, that is a scary sounding age. I feel like if I hit 35 without doing something, even to start, that it sort of giving up.
And I just can’t do that.
Here we go.
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