Noon.

I’m doing it. My friend Maggie and I are going to a weight watchers meeting today at noon. Honestly, I am really scared. I’m scared to see that number on the scale. And, most of all, I am scared of the work and determination it will take to be successful. I will try to write witty posts about struggling and being a cow, but this is serious stuff, today, people! I have a lot riding on this.

And now, I will make a list of things I hate about being fat:

1. The sound of my thighs rubbing together when wearing tights…or just pants for that matter.

2. Being self concious about eating anything but a salad in front of others…especially skinny people.

3. My fat clothes being tight.

4. Losing my breath walking form the parking lot to a store.

5. NO energy.

6. People’s sweet, but unnecessary comments about how “you are not fat!”

7. The sadness I feel when I binge or give in to the voice that says I’m too tired to work out.

That’s all I can muster for now. I will let you know how the meeting goes.