Hard to believe that I started this blog two years ago and guess what? I still have about 40 pounds to lose. I guess you could say I haven't made much progress, but actually, I lost and gained the same 5 lbs about 10 times. So, I like to look at it as I have lost 50 lbs over the past 2 years.
The hubs, Kaylea, and I moved to the Sunshine State about a year ago. This did get me away from all of the potlucks that haunted me in Tennessee; however, I face several new challenges and miseries down here.
First challenge, this place isn't called the Sunshine State for nothing. It is damn hot down here! And just let me say, when you are fat, heat and humidity are NOT your friends. I never thought I would have to put deodorant under my boobs, but yes, I do. It is so much better than the alternative.
Second challenge, the beach. Oh don't get me wrong; I love going to the beach. The smell of ocean air combined with suntan lotion is magnificent. I love walking down the shoreline looking for shells and the sunsets are beautiful. If I could do all of those things under cover of my fat cloak (my standard uniform of pants with a cute little sweater set, hoodie, jacket, etc.)all would be good. However, I might look a little silly wearing such attire while frolicking in the waves. So, I have been forced to put on a swimsuit, leave my pride back in the condo, and make the walk of shame down to the beach. I do think I have found the "mom jean" of the bathing suits, tho. It is the skirted tankini. Let me tell ya, it hides a world of sins. Unfortunately for me, my body has a universe of sins, so many of them still hang out.
Lastly, I moved to my old hometown. Most of you are probably wondering why this would be considered a challenge or cause me misery. Well, as a child growing up here, I had nicknames like "Skinny Jenni" and "Twiggy". In Jr. High my boyfriend thought I had growths on my hips when he saw my HIP BONES PROTRUDING from my jeans. In High School someone started a horrible rumor that I was anorexic. (Oh, the horror! GASP! If only someone would think that when looking at me now). Needless to say, I was always VERY thin. The last time I saw most of the people from school was when I left town in 1992. At that time I had ballooned up to a whopping 115 lbs. So, now when I see old friends from school, I normally have to approach them to re-introduce myself. Obviously, they don't recognize me and there is that awkward moment where they are trying to search their memory and associate the person standing in front of them with the mental picture they have from the past. I just want to say, "yes, I know, I am fat now."
So, here I go again....
