Ugh, really?  I mean really?!  Who, what, where, why, and how did losing weight get to be so damn hard for me.  Correction, I really don’t care about my weight.  I care about the ridiculous sized body I’m toting around.  I could care less if the scale said I weighed 300lbs.  as long as that 300lb. ass fit into a size 7.  Who am I kidding, at this point I’d settle for a size 12.

I’m in a size 18…holy big pants batman!  I started using our family’s YMCA membership and going at least 3x a week.  Granted, I am only walking on the treadmill and then using the stair stepper for about an hour.  But that is more exercise then this fat ass has had in a long time I promise you…I would feel the burn as they say.  And after doing this for about a month I have gotten no smaller and actually gotten heavier.  WTF?  I can see a minor difference in the stomach that could be confused for being pregnant again…but when I say minor I mean it.

Sigh…until I had my oldest daughter at 26 I could eat whatever I wanted and my idea of exercise was going shopping.  Not gain a pound.  Wore a size 5.  Those good old days are soooooo over.  I hope my daughters know they owe me!