Here we go again...

It's that time of year again. The time of year when I realize I'm fat and decide to do something about it. The difference is, I am really going to do it this time. Like seriously.

I am SO over this routine of crying about being fat, wearing sweats or jeans everywhere because I don't even feel like trying to look good in anything stylish. I am tired of looking at pictures of myself and wanting to vomit. I'm tired of being out of breath because I have to take something upstairs in my house. I am far too young to be this old.

We watch The Biggest Loser like a bad religion. Each week I watch Bob and Dolvett scream, yell and inspire people to make better choices and stop making excuses. I've decided it's time for yours truly to stop making excuses. I always allow other things to dictate my success and that's some straight up BS. It's just my way of justifying my situation. The situation is - I'm fat; I'm not a victim and I won't be a prisoner anymore.

I have no idea how long this will take me. I don't even know what I weigh. But I do know that the size in my jeans disgusts me and the fact that I still wear maternity shirts to cover my belly is a sad, sad truth. My youngest child is 2. There's no excuse for that.

I've decided that I'm just going to start making better choices, drinking more water, eating healthier food and doing something active every day even if it's just cleaning my house, walking a lap around the neighborhood or playing Kinect with my kids.

So there, that's it. Today is my first post. I can't promise when my next one will be but that's cool too. No rules, just living every day.

Thanks for reading. xo