Agonizingly slow pace

Okay,
I'm TRYING to stick to this, but I have to be honest, the rate at which I am loosing is so. freaking. slow.

I am hungry ALL THE TIME.

And I have only lost maybe 4 pounds?

I hate this.

Put down that bag of chips Barbie!

So last night while watching the season finale of Hell’s Kitchen (Dave won! Hooray!) I saw a teaser for the evening news that “Barbie was too fat for designers.” This both intrigued and infuriated me. Barbie was always the ideal woman in my eyes. I learned how to sew by making clothes for Barbie to model during our fashion shows as a child.

It must have been the break-up with Ken. I always gained weight after a break-up.

Apparently the designer in question is Mr. Red Soles Christian Louboutin. He thinks “her ankles are too fat.” Really Barbie has cankles?

Then in my research I came across another recent quote from designer Karl Lagerfeld. "No one wants to see curvy women." He said "you've got fat mothers with their bags of chips sitting in front of the television and saying that thin models are ugly."

Are you freaking kidding me? For the record Mr. Lagerfeld, this fat mother was eating a bag of popcorn in front of the TV last night!

Not that I would recognize either of these two gentlemen if they were walking down the street, but…

I vow that if I were to come across either of these two jerks and the opportunity presented itself I’d sit on them with my big fat ass and make them apologize to Barbie.

And Barbie- For the record I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.

Breaking up is hard to do

I love food.


Passionately.

Cooking relaxes me. Inventing new combinations of spices and foods excites me. I enjoy watching TV programming about food. I like to research new recipes on the internet.

The best food is absolutely the most sinful.

Lobster tail dipped in butter.

Fettuccine Alfredo.

New York cheesecake.

Warm double chocolate brownies with vanilla ice cream.

I want it all. I crave NY strip with caramelized onions like a junkie craves his next fix.

Now I’ve hit rock bottom. I came to the realization that I need to change my relationship with food. Though I desperately love my sweet and savory delights, I know that ultimately this just isn’t a healthy relationship any longer.

So, farewell my love. I know this will be hard but we just can’t go on seeing each other this way. I know we are bound to bump into one another from time to time at parties and such. Of course you’ll have so many other women (and men) adoring you that you won’t even notice I’m there. I’ll be the one in the far corner of the room watching with jealous eyes your every flirtation, wishing I could have you one last time, but knowing it was never meant to be.

Day One

Hi, My name’s Christina and I’m a fatty.


Hello Christina!

The thing is I wasn’t always a fatty. At one point in time I actually kind of hot. Well maybe not hot...
That was when I was in my early twenties. Since then I’ve changed a lot. I moved from the city to the suburbs so instead of walking everywhere, I have a car now. I’m married now and have a family so I actually cook real meals (meals a man wants to eat) every single night instead of subsisting on tomato soup, salads and coffee during the week. I had a kid and took my pregnancy to be a license to binge on all the forbidden foods I love, like McDonald’s cheeseburgers and vanilla milkshakes. I got a good paying job and used my larger paycheck to indulge my inner foodie by eating out…a lot. All of this change led to my waistband expanding exponentially over the years without me really noticing. So now I weigh about 65 pounds more than I want to.

There is nothing wrong with being chunky if you are happy that way. But I am not happy being this large.

Over the years I have had moments of clarity where I saw the bulges of flesh appear. I’ve tried a few times half heartedly to combat the fat. There isn’t a diet that I haven’t tried at some point or other. Low carb, Low fat, cabbage soup, raw veggies and fruit, vegetarian, fasting, Slim Fast, Weight Watchers, Atkins… you name it. The one thing I learned from all of them is the secret to weight loss is pretty simple. You have to eat less and move more.

That last bit is going to be a problem for me. I hate to exercise. I know, I know… Everyone hates to exercise. But I really really really hate it. Plus I honestly don’t have a whole lot of time. But I have made a commitment to give this a real honest to God try so I’m going to squeeze it in whenever I can.

I figure if I can lose 1.5 pounds a week I should be where I want to be in about 43 weeks. I’m hoping by creating this blog and posting my journey for others to see that I’ll keep myself on the right track.

Care to join me?