It all starts here.

I read somewhere, once, that people who blog about their weight loss are more successful. I guess there’s something to be said about public humiliation. Self-inflicted, of course. Please do not humiliate anyone else publicly- let’s be clear on that.

Here’s the skinny (every pun intended):
When I got pregnant with my son, I decided to enjoy being pregnant. As long as I was gaining weight, I was going to enjoy getting fat. So, I enjoyed my first Super Sonic Cheeseburger, among other things. About 70 lbs later, I thought I was going to give birth to a record setting baby. He weighted in around 7 lbs. Did I really eat 63 lbs of Popeye’s chicken?? Apparently so.

Those first 20 lbs came off within the week after giving birth, and I thought to myself, “I got this!” I was NEVER going to be one of those women who never loses their pregnancy weight.

Almost six years later, I’m still carrying around about 35 buckets of chicken.

So… here I am. Public humiliation accountability time. I know all the right things to do and I can get really motivated for a week or so, but the only thing I consistently lose is determination.

I want this time to be different.

That’s why I’m sharing. A lot. If there’s one thing you can expect from me, it’s honesty. If I end up sitting in the parking lot of Wal-Mart, eating a box of Ding Dongs (cause I’m classy like that), you’ll hear about it. But just know- that is NOT my goal. So, intervene, people. Intervene.

My plan of attack is simply eating better and exercising. Discipline and hard work.

Whether you’re here to support me, join me, or just laugh at me- I hope you’ll walk with me. I’ll try to make it entertaining.

I’m going to hold to the Weight Watchers way of tracking- “if you bite it, you write it.” So, one of the things I’ll be doing is keeping a daily food journal here. I’m not narcissistic enough to think that you care about what I eat every day. But, I need to know that I have to make it known. That may just keep me from eating a can of frosting with a spoon. A girl can hope.