I have a life-long, everly continuing, to the death battle. It's a battle that I remember being brought to light by being dragged to a meeting at age 8. It's a battle that probably implemented itself within my genetics. It's a battle of Oreo or Quinoa.
I am a fatty.
It's seriously not by choice. I didn't choose to be like this. I didn't choose the torment that came as a fat kid and a fat teenager. It seriously is not my cupper, and I have been trying for YEARS to change it.
I've had success and failures (mostly failures), but this time I think I'm in the right place in my head to do this. I finally feel that I have the mental capacity to stick with it. I have the want to exercise every day. It's do this or die.
I'm doing a food journal. Writing down everything that I shove in my mouth. From Cheerio to Oreo it's on there. I also use my work breaks to walk, to raise that heart rate (now, while it's still cool), to burn calories that I know I will not have the time to burn when I get home. I am trying to use my time to my advantage, and also to be a mom and a wife.
So.... I plan to journal my journey. My ups and downs. My quest to figure out my body and why it clings on to carbs like Wonder Bread clings to the roof of your mouth.
I can do this.... mind and body. It's do or die time.