I’m fat.

I don’t mean phat.
I mean fat-fat.
As in thigh-rubbing, jiggly-butt, button-popping, don’t-sit-in-wicker-chairs, out-of-breath-at-the-top-of-the-stairs kind of fat.

For about a month now, I’ve been really using my tennis shoes (*see photo above), eating at home, drinking water, and avoiding my beloved cheese.
I <3 cheese. I had a commitment ceremony with cheese. I would marry it, but it’s illegal here in Georgia. I looked into it.

I’m down 13 pounds.
Oh, and I quit smoking. Smoking cigarettes. Don’t worry, I didn’t quit being smoking hot.

I haven’t mentioned my weight-loss endeavor on this blog before because I didn’t want to jinx it.
I hear Preggoes hold off on announcing their condition out of superstition and, like them, I wanted to make sure it “stuck” before letting anyone know what Jason and I were up to. Well, we’re “up to it” now and in full stride. I cook every meal (oh, the horror! I am a truly terrible cook), grocery shop every three days (eating a ton of fresh produce requires you to shop all the freaking time), and carry a Nalgene bottle like a security blanket.

Several years ago, I had a blog where I regularly chronicled my attempt to lose the extra pounds. It’s apparent now that I was not successful in that attempt, but c’mon, you’ve gotta give me a break – food tastes so darn gooooood. Mmmm…..
I collected some of those old posts to make for easier reading, should you be so inclined.

I’ll post periodic updates and make an effort to get some progress photos uploaded. Without a doubt, I’ll have one of me fitting my entire newly slim body into a single giant pant leg.
Just ain’t right to lose weight without taking a photo like that.

LillyDee Williams likes all the new activities we've been doing.

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Got any exercise tips or inspirational weight loss stories that will make me cry while eating my oatmeal? Let me hear ‘em!