The Beginning

A little boy called me fat today. A little boy. A friend of one of my husband's and mine. Ironic thing is, I decided to wear shorts (I NEVER wear shorts) with my San Diego Chargers t-shirt, because it was really hot outside and we live in a small studio with zero air flow. When I sat down on the couch, the shorts strangled my thighs. I ignored it. I had a little muffin top going on. Ignored it. Thought I actually looked okay. Apparently not. This bothered me. Little boy sat down next to me, and 2 minutes later said "You're fat." What am I supposed to do now besides the obligatory "Haha, that's not nice." Little boy's dad, our friend was clearly embarassed and apologetic. I'd rather not acknowledge it. But I did, maybe I should? I typically avoid any and all situations that could possibly lead to a discussion of my ever-increasing weight...today=not possible. Luckily, my husband and I will be starting a new workout and eating routine based on his job's schedule change....so, I was already prepared to really begin tackling the issue of my weight. However, even though now I feel like it was all a sort of motivator, it cut me like a shank and for a second, caused me to want to jump off the bandwagon alltogether. But I have regrouped and decided that now, it is a motivator.

My husband is fat. Ok, wait, let me rephrase that. My husband in a 6'1" man, with a hugely muscular body. His only "fat" part is his keg belly, which I happen to adore. He is moderately self conscious (by moderately, I mean I think he might be a tad more self conscious than normal) about it, but to me, it seems silly. He is a gorgeous man that completely turns me on, so I can't quite relate to his body issues. Not to say they don't exist, I'm sure they do, but to me, he looks sexier than any washboard-abs Abercrombie model out there.

Here's the deal. I'm 24 years old, married for approximately 2 months, and ready to make a change. Both my husband and I gained a significant amount of wait throughout out courtship and wedding, and both of us are ready to make our health a priority, especially since now we don't have a huge event looming in front of us. Plus, his family asks me daily when we will start having babies, and I am adamant on the fact that I won't even go there until my starting weight is much less (for the baby's health, and mine). I hate scales, they totally psych me out, but to give you and idea, I'm 5'7" and around 215 lbs. and my hubby is around 320. So thus begins my journey, hopefully the last (of trillions) to make myself feel happy and satisfied. Stay tuned.