Who the hell is this?

I’m Angela and I am fat. Sugarcoat it all you want - fat it is. In the last year, I have gained 80 lbs. Yikes, it’s horrifying to even type the words. I have a closet full of size 5 clothes as a reminder. I want to wear them again. This is my mission.

My recent weight gain is the product of a sedentary lifestyle. I spend 45 hours a week in a microscopic office, chained to a desk. Everything is within an arm’s reach away. Not good. After seven years of waiting tables, I didn’t need exercise. Now I do.

At least my boyfriend is very supportive.  Despite gaining weight, he has never mentioned my new large and in charge physique.  He has mastered the bullshit line, “you look the same to me as when we first met.”  Thanks, hunny, but that was 80 pounds ago.  He’s a doll.  And gorgeous.   Good Lord, I’m lucky.

So what’s causing my sudden drive to lose the flab?  My very frank grandmother told me to start walking.  Gah…