Hi everyone! 

Today I present to you another awesome guest blog! This one comes from a regular reader of mine who has been an inspiration to  me and I asked her to share her story so that she could inspire even more people. This isn't just a weight loss story, it's a story of a woman that overcame a lot to become the woman that she is today (I teared up when I was editing her post). Photos of her transformation have been provided and are located at the bottom of the blog.

Happy reading! :D

<3 - CFC

My Story
Submission by MrsWoodstock.

I come from a long line of obese people. In the Appalachian culture I grew up in, it’s ALL about food.  We eat when we are happy (weddings). We eat when we are sad (funerals). We eat at holidays. We eat for no reason at all (mom is notorious for "just because" cakes).  It is also the norm in my family to hide feelings, pretend everything is OK when it’s not, submit to your husbands, and to NEVER talk about how you feel. Thus it was the perfect storm that lead to abusing food to medicate the hurt. 

I was born in 1977 and was given a few hours to live.  Then after I spent my first birthday in the hospital, the doctors figured I would be UNDERWEIGHT my whole life.  By the time I was 5, I was healthy but still small.  When I was 8, my parents put a TV in my bedroom and thus the cycle of eating and watching TV began. 

In middle school, I was the fat girl. By high school I was obese; I ate all the time, as long as no-one was watching. I wasn't abused as a kid. I was an only child and a wee bit spoiled.  My dad was OK (at the time) my mom was a working mom; they were strict but fair, but I always felt like I wasn't perfect. Not really because of anything they did or didn't do (that Alanis Morissette song "Perfect" still makes me cry). 

In the fall of 1995, I left for college.  In retrospect, I went to Mom and Dad’s alma mater to make them happy. It was in Tennessee, which is eight hours from home. I was, well for lack of better words, horny and desperate. Being the "fat girl" in school, I had had one boyfriend who swore he loved me and I would do anything for him. Mom and Dad didn't like him and I dumped him (remember this).

I met this guy named Jeff.  He had a thing for my friend and I had a thing for him (first clue, right?). Long story short, she went out with his friend, so I followed him around like a lost puppy doing all that I could to make him like me. We planned a wedding for August 17, 1996. Two days before the wedding, he called and said he couldn't marry me because his parents didn't approve (second clue). Oh yeah, he was already morbidly obese at 6’2” and well over 400 pounds.  I was 5’5” and about 250-275 (I'm not sure exactly). I begged him to marry me (against my parent’s wishes) and we got married in October of 1996. 

We lived in Tennessee away from my family and everything was OK. Looking back now, it wasn't, but it was as good as it got. Third and fourth clues were throwing a vacuum cleaner at me for cooking something wrong  (I did it the Ohio way not the North Carolina way) and talking me out of going to my classes to spend time with him. I should have left him when he didn't want me to go to a close friend’s funeral (fifth clue). We went to see his friends in Arizona and went to a trip to the Smokey Mountains and he made both trips hell on earth (remember that).

Fast forward to 1999: I flunk out of school and we move to Ohio to live with my parents. By this time, I was well over 300 pounds and he was around 550ish. Everything that went wrong was my fault.  Money, housing problems, family problems, and his weight problems are MY fault.  He gives me guilt trips for going on walks with my mom (who lived next to us). He would throw fits if I spent time with my best friend. He did everything In his power to turn me against my best friend/cousin, including but not limited to accusing me of having sex with her. Oh but everything was honky dory on the outside. I ate my depression and my pain. 

In 2009 (the pic of me in the blue shirt) I was over 400 pounds. I’m not sure how much over that to be honest.  He was over 700 pounds. At this time, my biggest nightmare happened: his doctor told him that he could no longer work. He always said if he didn't have to work, he would lose the weight. Yeah, I knew better. I knew he would sit and eat and that's exactly what happened. I was working and he was bedridden (think about what that means for a minute. He literally could NOT get out of bed). I worked (oh yeah, we had adopted a teen and fostered another but that's a whole different story) and took care of him.  Remember, it’s MY fault he never made it In the music biz like his college mate Jay DeMarcus (from Rascal Flatts, I bet you've heard of them). It’s my fault he is fat. It’s my fault we can't have "real kids" (I'm a “bad foster mom” so God won't let me get pregnant). You name it, it was my fault.  I would work, come home, take care of him and since he slept while I was at work, he wouldn't let me sleep. That's just part of the emotional abuse.  I was suicidal. Literally.  

Now remember the guy that swore he loved me that I dumped?  He saved my life. He contacted me.  We spoke on the phone a lot and I spilled to him all that my husband was doing to me. He made me feel like I was WORTH something. He reminded me of who I was before being torn down. He literally talked me down off of a bridge and got me to stand up to my husband and tell my family what was going on. Oh, and helped me get a better job (remember that). Then he broke my heart the way I broke his. 

On September 16, 2010 I gave my husband a note saying he either had to go to a nursing home or have his sister come and get him.  He had his sister come get him. I filed for divorce a month later after our adopted son turned 18. 

In October, I started that new job. I joined Curves and started working out there 5 days a week. I kept to the 1,500 calories they suggested and I got down from 400+ pounds to 298 in a little under a year.  I was feeling great. I was making it on my own. I was happy and I was losing weight while working delivering pizza.  I was finally happy, for the first time in my adult life! I dated a couple of guys. Neither one worked out and I gave up on dating. I was NEVER going to get married again.

Famous last words.  I met Jason in February at the new job. He got on my every last nerve. Then I got a flat in March and he came to my rescue (I CAN change a tire but my jack wouldn't work). I was hooked.  We went out a time or two and he moved in by April (my family was NOT happy).  We decided to move to another city in July. A week after we decided to move, I found out I was pregnant, something that doctors said would never happen.  Well the doctor told me my hormones fixed themselves when I lost that 100 pounds. 

We moved, in April 2012 at OSU I had my daughter via emergency C-section.  My weight was a major complication. My daughter wasn't breathing and my blood pressure plummeted. I weighed 350 the day I had her. We are both healthy and happy now. 

We got married in January and I was stuck at 325.  The depo shot I was taking for birth control was preventing me from losing more weight. and to be honest, I wasn't trying too hard. My husband suggested we go to Myrtle Beach in August for our honeymoon and I agreed in terror. I hadn't worn a swimsuit in public since high school.

I got serious, got off depo, and started working out using videos from the internet and library. I lost inch after inch after inch, but the pounds stayed. I realized muscle is denser, so I focused on inches, not pounds.  I use My Fitness Pal to count calories and I'm doing good. I have times that I plateau, but I've learned to push through. It’s hard some days, especially when those flashbacks hit and old eating habits come flooding back. But I know I can and will do it. I am currently 291 pounds.  

What ever happened to my 770 pound ex-husband?  In February, around his 40th birthday, he had Gastric Bypass surgery (I always told him he wasn't a good candidate for it because I know his habits). In March, he passed away from complications. 

Hi all,

The name of this blog (and me) is Confessions of a Fat Chick, so maybe I should make some confessions. :)

• I talk a lot about eating healthy, but I still eat fast food. I go through phases of being able to resist food and then eating more than I should.
  
• I talk about being "fit," but I didn't get addicted to fitness until recently.
  
• I talk alot about body acceptance, but sometimes, I have a hard time accepting my body. Those times aren't as common as they use to be, but I do have times where I hate what I see in the mirror. I get down on myself just like everyone else.
  
• Sometimes, and I HATE myself for this, I find myself judging other fat people. When I realize what I'm thinking, I make myself stop and I kind of internally yell at myself. I regurgitate what society has trained us to think about fat people and I hate when I do it. I cannot be the only person that sometimes finds themselves doing this.
  
• I am all about body acceptance and I want to accept mine and that's what this page is about. However, I also use it to track my weight loss and fitness goals because I want to lose weight. I want to accept my body as it is and damn it, I want to lose weight because that is something that I always wanted to do. You can judge me for that, I don't care. But it's my body and I'll do what I want and what I want is to lose weight for ME. If I stay "fat," that's fine. I just want to be back to my "fat" high school weight. That would be GREAT.
  

<3 - CFC

A WORD FROM CFC: This is a blog post from one of my childhood friends, herein known as Primrose. She is someone who I personally have always considered to be skinny. However, everyone views their body differently. Reading this has made me realize something- I'm just like the people that I complain about. I say "Oh, you're not fat" when someone smaller than me says that they have a weight problem. I have learned a lot from her input and I believe that you, my readers will too. 


I'll let her take it from here! :D

My struggle with fitness, food, and body acceptance

*NOTE: This is not meant to discourage anyone from sending in pictures

Hello fellow CFC followers,

As you know, our friend CFC recently put out a call for pictures and blog posts from us. I am very pleased by the opportunity to connect with this community. You guys seem like a bunch of warm, supportive people, so I have decided that I would like to share my story with you. I hope you will feel welcome enough to share your stories, too. I know CFC would be delighted to read them.

I am going to start by talking a little about my shape. I have never been obese, but I haven’t been a twig since childhood. For most of my adult life (by this I’m referring to height, which for me is probably starting at around age 14 or 15; I’m the same age as CFC, so I’ve been 5’3” for a while), I have been at least 10 pounds overweight, but probably spent most of it closer to the 20 pound mark, and am currently around 30 pounds overweight. While I am a ways off from obesity, I am also far from being in good health. But I’ll talk more about that later.

I need to explain a little about what an additional 10-20 pounds looks like on my frame. I have proportionately long, slender limbs and a relatively compact torso. When I am carrying extra weight, I am a classic pear, carrying most of it in my lower body region. It may sound strange, but with a body that appears slender from the waist up, the weight gain is not as obvious on my body as it might be on someone else with a different body type. Right now it’s very apparent as I’m a little too curvy, but in the early stages, not as much.

It’s an odd place to be—at least the 10-20 pound range. It may not sound like 10-20 pounds is a huge deal, but for me it was the difference between being able to wear those low-rise jeans that were so stylish in eighth and ninth grade, and not being able to wear them because of a slight lower belly pooch. I don’t mean to sound superficial; I know that being in good health is not the same as fitting into a certain size. If I were in excellent shape I would not wear those jeans now (what were we thinking?). I am just trying to give people a mental picture of what I have experienced.

Often I would encounter people who either trivialized my weight issue or who did not believe I had one; or if they did, they would pretend (at least to my face) that it did not exist. People would say to me, “What are you talking about? You’re not fat,” possibly to bolster my low self-esteem, or maybe they honestly did not think I looked unhealthy. Heavier people would scoff at me and insist they would be happy to be my size and shape. I would feel chagrined and immediately drop the subject.

This is why I like CFC’s website; all shapes and sizes are welcome, not just those who weigh more than or less than I do. We may not understand exactly what it is to be another shape, but we are here to support each other in our mutual quest to become healthier individuals.

When I was 19 I decided I was unhappy enough with myself to start working out. I knew I wasn’t healthy, though I can honestly say I was more concerned with looking better. When we are at home, my family is mostly sedentary. My grandmother and my mom also believe that love can be conveyed by food, which is not good when you’re trying to eat smaller portions, or when you accidentally take too much. I learned that making change for the better (i.e. listening to the urge to stop feeding yourself when you cease to be hungry, even if it means having to throw food away) can sometimes upset other people in your life, but it’s still something you have to do for you. They will eventually understand. At least that is what I assume. I wasn’t eating portions like that long enough to find out.

I would like point out that though I was eating smaller portions than I had been, I was also not nearly as healthy as I could have been. I worked out five days a week at the gym, doing an hour of cardio each time. This was all I really changed about my lifestyle. I didn’t alter my deplorable eating habits (except for eating less), and when I say I had bad eating habits, I mean it. I still have bad eating habits. I have a pronounced sweet tooth, am a picky eater, and just love me some carbs. White rice and potatoes are two of my favorite foods. Oh, and also spaghetti. I do not like nasty wheaty bread, because it tastes like grainy cardboard. Wheaty burritos are the worst. I don’t like bananas, oranges, or grapes. Yes, my relationship with food is not the greatest. On the bright side? I also don’t usually like pizza, which may be good for me, because I’m sure pizza is not. However, when left to my own devices, I have been known to eat chocolate cake for breakfast. Sorry, body, but we must adopt a new mantra: Must. Resist. The. Cheetos. It’s for your my own good.

So no wonder my lowest weight was 103 and I was still furiously slapping cellulite smoothing patches onto my thighs and wondering why I still couldn’t get my tiny paunch to disappear completely. It’s probably why my mom accuses me to this day of being pre-diabetic (type II diabetes runs rampant in our family, so that statement is not as far-fetched as I’d like to think it is).

At this point, I was the skinniest I’d ever been (yes, folks, I was practically gleeful about my thigh gap, before thigh gaps were a fad), but I was still insecure about my body. I still saw cellulite clinging resolutely to the backs of those no-longer-touching thighs. Part of it is because I didn’t give it my all and change what I was eating, and part of it is because I can be a perfectionist (weird, I know). I’ve just always been very critical of myself. CFC often preaches body acceptance at any stage, and it’s one of the things I respect most about her, but it’s also one of the things I struggle with. It's the reason I'm not comfortable sharing a picture of myself with you at the moment. I don’t know if I’ll ever wake up and be able to say, “I love my body,” regardless of how fit I become, but I believe I could come closer to acceptance.

Not sharing a photo of myself,
Primrose

HEY! EVERYONE!  I wanted to do something new and shiny with the blog and here it is: confessionsofafatchick.cfc@gmail.com.

1.  I want you to send me things. I will start an album on Facebook for you, the readers, and you can send me pics of yourself (name/story optional). I want to showcase my readers and show that we are ALL beautiful, big or small, male or female, WHATEVER. (PG-13, please. No nudes. I don't want a bunch of nude pics in my email.)
2. Send me blog posts. You can send me a story about your body struggles, when you came to peace with your body (big, small, whatever), a time you were bullied/discriminated against, or a time when you were accepted. Anything (PG-13). Share you stories with the world.  I just ask that you include a pen-name and a title.
3. BLOG TOPIC SUGGESTIONS. I use to blog every week and now I'm lucky if I hit once a month. Knowing what you want me to write about gives me a new topic and usually inspires me to write more. 
   

 <3 - CFC

I work a desk job like a lot of people, which means that I sit for eight hours a day (and that's not counting my bus rides to and from work). That's not super healthy, so I'm workng to combat it. Working desk jobs has seriously impacted the health of Americans and shortened our life spans. Here is a list of some things that I am doing to be healthier at work:

• I started sitting on an exercise ball. This helps me remember proper posture and works my core. They say it takes pressure off of your lower back, but those muscles get the most tired for me. I can bounce on it or do curls on it from time to time to be more active. I'm also working to have better posture in my regular work chair.

• I set hourly reminders in Outlook to get up and stretch.

• I lift my legs up for ten seconds at a time to work my core.

• I change positions and fidget a bit so that I'm not a statue. 

• I'm saving up for a stand/sit desk conversion kit. This would allow me to sit OR stand at work, as needed/desired. Standing is healthier and burns more calories. They're like $300-500 depending on what you want.

• I'm working to make sure that my desk is ergonomically correct. I have my monitors raised, support for my wrists, and my chair is designed to support my back. I just have to try to maintain good posture for my adjustments to all matter.

• I work out on my lunch hours (There's a gym in my building. Some of my coworkers go to nearby gyms. You could even just go for a walk.). I do about 20 minutes of cardio (run a mile and then walk) and then work out a specific body area. For example, Mondays I work my chest, Tuesdays are for my arms, Wednesday is back day, Thursday is leg/butt day, and Friday is for my abdominals.

Do you do anything to help yourself stay healthy despite a desk job? Sound off in the comments if you do so we can all learn from each other! :D

<3 - CFC

Here it is ladies and gentlemen, the long awaited EXERCISING BLOG!!!

Okay, first things first [DISCLAIMER]: I am NOT a professional, personal trainer, or a physician- these are just things that I do. Consult a physician before starting any exercise program and all that jazz. 

Here's the basics of a work out: warm up, stretch, work out, cool down, and stretch.

It's important to warm up before stretching so that you don't hurt yourself, just like it's important to stretch before working out. 

HERE IS WHAT I DO

I like to do cardio first, then weights of some sort. I usually "run" (jog/walk) a mile and then walk for cardio and then either upper body or lower body. A lot of people do chest day, leg day, arm day, et cetera. I just do upper body and lower body because I'm cool like that. I try to work out all the muscles on the top/bottom each time. Except maybe those ones on the face in this pic:

I have made a weekly schedule for my wedding (pictured below)! I made it intentionally vague so that I don't push myself too hard each day, while still being active. I can be more active some days and less active others, depending on the day. I have also given myself the right to rest days if I REALLY need to (like today as I write this- my calves hurt too much to go run or do lower body day).

I track my work outs on a calendar using star stickers because I am immature. :D It's like getting a gold star back in elementary school. Each star color means something. Looking at the calendar makes me feel great- I keep it by my bed.

You can join a gym (I'm at Planet Fitness), join a class, work out outside, or work out at home. I'm sure that there's more than that. I collected work outs that I can do at home from Seventeen Magazine for years and categorized all of them. I work out either at home, at the gym, or at my apartment's fitness center.

I like to try to track my workouts so that I can see how many calories I burned. I like to use Calorie Count on my iPhone (they also have a website) to track how many calories I consume and burn. At the very least, it keeps me from completely overeating. I just started using Fitocracy to track my workouts in more depth. This app/website is super fun. You level up as you work out and can go on quests. It's nerdy, like me. :3

It can be kind of hard to do certain stretches or lift weights when you're bigger. My stomach can get in the way sometimes, that's for sure. There are plenty of resources online to help you figure out how to work out at any size, as well as personal trainers, coaches, and doctors. I have a tendency to really push myself, both physically, mentally, and emotionally, so I'm hesitant to give advice because it could possibly get you hurt. I come close to hurting myself sometimes, which is why I force myself to take rest days. Exercise is important, but you can't be active if you're injured.

The important part, to me, is to make it fun. If you make it work, you don't want to do it. I have Zumba Fitness Core for the Kinect and dance workout DVDs, as well as take dance classes. I like to run on the treadmill because I enjoy it, some people like to run outside (I don't). I like the weight machines at the gym because I'm too lazy for free weights and I like the gym because that's where I'm most motivated; in my own home, I don't want to do anything. To each their own. 

I hope that helped a little!

<3 - CFC

If you have never worked in customer service before, go get a retail job. Right now.

Don't wait, go now.

Working in customer service makes you a nicer person when you interact with other people that work in customer service because you understand the hell that they work in. I can always tell the people who have never had to work in retail because those people are total assholes when they call me at my work. I work in a call center right now, so I get the nice ones and the ones that scream at me about how I don't understand and blah, blah, blah. Lawyers and doctors have been the worst for me. "TALKING TO YOU RIGHT NOW IS COSTING ME MONEY!!!" Well then, QUIT YELLING AT ME AND IT'LL TAKE LESS TIME. The more you interrupt me to tell me about how awful it is that life isn't perfect, the longer it's going to take to solve your problem. If you don't have anything nice to say, shut up and let me work.

Here, this link shows why a lot of people hate their lives when they work in customer service. There's a lot of awesome, rockin' customers out there that I will bend over backwards for, but the few real assholes always stand out way more because those people can just ruin your day.

That brings me to my first tip for working with customer service.

1. DO NOT SCREAM AND SWEAR AND BE A JERK

Seriously, don't do it. It actually makes the interaction slower because we have to spend half of it "deescalating" your little temper tantrum. How would YOU treat someone if they were screaming and swearing at you? I am not as helpful to mean people because I want them to go away. I will not point out things that could save them time or money because honestly, I don't notice those things when I'm trying to calm someone down. I don't want to deal with them any more than I have to because they are unpleasant. Want faster, better service? BE NICE.

2. DON'T CALL IN WHILE TAKING OTHER CALLS/DON'T TALK ON YOUR PHONE DURING CHECKOUT

God this one annoys me. If you are calling in for customer service or tech support, don't take a bunch of other calls while on the phone with the representative, you're screwing up that rep's call time. Yes, you are the customer and yes, you are important. But that representative on the other line is a human that is more than worthy of your respect. This rule applies to being on the phone while at the register of a store. It's just plain rude and disrespectful. How would YOU feel if someone did that to you while you were trying to help them?

3. CALL WHEN YOU HAVE FREE TIME

It bugs me when people are like, "I don't have time for this" or "I am in a hurry, can we speed this up?" I can try to go faster, but honestly, it takes as long is it takes. Quit rushing me.

4. DON'T SAY THINGS REALLY, SUPER FAST

If you say stuff really fast, we're going to have to ask you to repeat it and we might get it wrong. On the other hand, don't say stuff horribly slow. It takes up our call time and is annoying (though preferable to the fast talk).

5. DON'T BE CREEPY

Seriously. Don't. I had a guy that said things so borderline inappropriate on a call that I had to take a break afterwards because I was so uncomfortable. We HAVE to be nice to you on the phone, don't take advantage of that. It's not fair to us. I had some serious creepers when I use to work in a grocery store, too. Would you want someone creeping on you? Would you want someone creeping on YOUR daughter/sister/mother/aunt? 

6. SURVEYS REFLECT ON THE REPRESENTATIVE, NOT YOUR PRODUCT

I got an "unsatisfactory" survey back that said I was fine but that they didn't like the product. Thanks, jerk. I now have a bad mark because you don't like something I can't control. 

7. KNOW WHY YOU'RE CALLING

This will save you time and enable your rep to help you better. Try to figure out your question before you call in to a call center or else you'll end up on the phone for half an hour just trying to figure out what you want. If you just aren't sure how to say it, well, call in then and we'll figure it out, lol.

8. KNOW YOUR INFO

This one makes me laugh a bit. People call in and don't know anything about their account and then have to put me on hold to go get it all together. It will save both of us time if you grab that ahead of time.

9. THE CUSTOMER IS NOT ALWAYS RIGHT

I'm sorry, but they aren't. There's even a site called Not Always Right that talks about all the silly things that customers say/think. I know that I as a customer have been wrong and when I was, I accepted that. I hate when people think that they are ALWAYS right and then argue with me to try to get their way.

10. DO NOT PRESUME TO TELL ME HOW TO DO MY JOB

Just don't. It's rude. I don't tell you how to do yours. :P

11. DON'T GET PISSY THAT WE NEED TO VERIFY YOU

When you call places, they ask you a bunch of questions to make sure you are who you say you are because fraud happens. A LOT. And I mean A LOT. I get calls from people all the time who need to update their credit cards because of FRAUD. Just answer the questions.

12. DON'T TRY TO BARTER WITH CUSTOMER SERVICE

Save it for the sales department. We can't do anything for you, so don't get mad when we say no. We're not there to make bargains, we're there to solve problems and help you out.

EDIT: 13. DON'T IMMEDIATELY ASK FOR A SUPERVISOR


We can't send you to one and it's insulting that you assume that we can't help you. Let us try to help you first.
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So there you have it. A small list of tips for getting through customer service faster and for being a better customer. Fell free to add your own in the comments section. :)

<3 - CFC

Today I went to my first belly dancing class!

AND IT WAS AWESOME.

Someone once told me that belly dancing is all in the hips. THAT SOMEONE WAS WRONG. I learned that my glutes are not nearly as strong as I thought they were and that they appear to be where the movement comes from. You point your tail bone down, tighten your abs (as seen in the pics above), and put out your arms. My core and my biceps are sore. XD

I was, of course, the biggest girl there, but only two other people showed up because I guess there's some sort of Russian holiday today, according to my instructor. I came very close to trying on a shirt that showed my belly- one thing at a time, I suppose. I did buy a hip scarf though.

That was fun. :3

<3 - CFC

HI EVERYONE!

I'm back! I have internet again and am starting to get settled into my new apartment. I still have quite a bit of moving left to do and am currently delaying going out to my boyfriend's truck to unload it.

It has been one HELL of a ride. I am soooo tired and did a whole lot of emotional eating without ANY exercise. I haven't danced or anything in well over a month. I feel icky because I was use to at least dancing once a week. I also feel icky because I'm sick, so that's not helping.

In light of weighing about 195-196lbs now (which means I've gained some weight), I want to get back on track. I know my last weigh-in says 186lbs, but that number only showed up during that weigh-in (which was cool). I consistently weighed 190lbs. So far, it's hard getting back on track because 1- I've moved three times or so this month and 2- my boyfriend keeps eating tasty, fatty food and I've been extremely emotional lately (LOOONG story).

I was going to TRY to get up early to go running or SOMETHING, so naturally once I decided to do that, I got a head cold which is making it hard for me to breathe. Instead, I'm about to eat a slice of pizza. Go me. XD

I've decided to take a FAT CHICK CHALLENGE. I am going to try to take up belly dancing. When looking into classes, here's what I encountered on the home page:

HOLY. CRAP.

I am so much fatter and paler than that. Here's a side by side comparison:

Yeah. I don't look like that.

However, I have challenged myself. I want to get fit, I want to get healthy, and I want to work on getting a better self-image. So why not challenge myself to do something out of my comfort zone? SO CHALLENGE I SHALL. :3

I will be blogging about my adventure. If I'm feeling better on Saturday, I'm going to do it.

I, CFC, will put my fat ass on display in a "sexy" display of pale awesomeness.

BEHOLD MY PALE, NOT FULLY-CLOTHED GLORY!

<3 - CFC

So.

As most of you can see from the progress page, I HAVE STOPPED MAKING PROGRESS. I don't even want to face it.

I feel kinda like crap. Not because of the lack of weight loss (though that isn't exactly helping after how well I was doing) but from the lack of exercise and good food. I tried to go back to veggies AND IT MADE ME SICK AGAIN (See Things to Keep in Mind When Switching to Fresh Foods). How LAME is that?

I'm in the process of moving and starting a new job and, for the first time in about 7-8 years, I AM GOING TO BE MY OWN PERSON. My roomie, SC (Skinny Chick), and I have been basically one person for almost a decade and now I'm going to be moving away from her and be on my own completely. So I said: "SCREW YOU HEALTH AND WEIGHT, I WANT COOKIES!!!" to which my body said: "THEN I WILL GET SICK WHENEVER YOU EAT VEGGIES!!!" I'm still not sure who won that battle because it's still being fought.

I'm making excuses. I have fallen off the health-wagon because I just don't care right now. I just don't. I am busy, living on a couch, and stressed as hell. I just do not have the strength to keep fighting my unhealthy ways. Thankfully, I haven't lost it completely so MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, I will still be healthier.

<3 - CFC