It was a Monday.

It was a Monday. August 27, 2007.

That was the day I decided to lose weight.  That was the day I got on the scale and it read 287 pounds.

I have never been a believer in the traditional new years resolution.  I don't know why really, maybe it seems a little too cliche'.   The last resolution I made was in the sixth grade that I would grow out my bangs. They were a bad result from a selfsie haircut I gave myself when I was about eight.  Man was I smart sixth grader, those things were shameful.

As I was munching down on a king sized Fudge Round (don't tell me you've never had one), I once also decided to give up chocolate for six months-that was a Thursday in May.  So you get the point, if I'm going to do something I'm going to do it for myself, 100%, not because it's the thing to do or because it's that "time of year."

All that being said, I suppose I jumped on the band wagon a little more this year than I was planning.  I promised myself I would blog more, hence this nonsensical rambling.  I also promised myself I would hit my goal weight by the end of 2013.  Given that I only have about 27 pounds to go to hit that weight, I could probably manage to put that off all year but why not start the year out right?   Why not meet the goal I set for myself on some random Monday five years ago?

I do get so excited for people who decide to try to lose weight this time of year, especially people who are in the position I was five years ago.  I look back at pictures of myself then and I had NO idea how uncomfortable I was in my own skin.  I could not tie my shoes without some serious struggle, forget walking up the steps, and even crossing your legs was a goal that seemed impossible.  You honestly don't realize that it's not so much about what you look like but more about how you feel.  Sure, buying new clothes  and having a renewed sense of self-confidence is huge; it's only after you lose the weight you realize how literally unhealthy you feel at that point.

Naturally skinny/healthy people, stop reading here.  You will never understand.

For people who are in my position it is a life long commitment   No question, there is no end point, there is no "horraay I did it."  It is a lifestyle that you have to live Every. Single. Day.  It's a choice you make between eating a whole package of Oreos for breakfast or getting your ass out of bed 10 minutes earlier so you can have an omelette.  It's that moment when you have been eating so healthy and your world comes crashing down.  (For me, it's usually because some guy hurt my feelings.)  And then I eat a cheeseburger, ok let's be serious- two cheeseburgers, a large fry, and about 10 cookies.  It feels amazing....for about 30 minutes. Then you start crashing, your body hates you.  That food is making you tired, and lazy, and has now taken over your whole day.  All the crying in the world isn't going to burn off those calories.  It's about making good decisions that are going to make you the best you can be.  Who cares about the inches and the pounds, it's about make sure you can live the happiest life possible.  Take it from me, not being able to tie your shoes makes for a really really unhappy life.

So good luck to all of you making a life change in 2013.  Good luck to me making another year of good decisions and becoming a healthier me.

And for goodness sake, good luck to all of you who plan to continue reading my blogs :)