These were the words delivered to me with wide-eyed honesty by Timmy*, a four year old in my preschool class as I sat down to lunch. One of his friends helpfully added, "You need a fat chair."
And that was when I realized that my life had become a series of "Fat Chairs" In the morning I get up I sit on the couch while I eat breakfast, I sit in front of my computer to check e-mails, I sit in my car on the way to work, (which is only 2 miles away) at work I sit in a chair so that I can be on the kids eye level, (The floor is unthinkable, how would I ever get back up?), I sit in my car on the way home, and finally I sit on my couch until it's time to go to bed.
I don't need a "Fat Chair." I have plenty.
I am over 300lbs. I have never written those words before, and I have only heard them spoken aloud once. I use to think that I "carried it well" as my grandmother use to say, I am now beginning to suspect that I don't carry it as well as I imagined.
My highschool reunion is in a year and a half I would like to be under 150lbs by that time. I get discouraged really easily, so I'm hoping that this blog and this community will help.
1 day down 547 to go.
*name has been changed to protect the wicked.