Life’s too Short to Stay this Fat

I haven’t blogged in a few days – really, what was I going to say? 

“I ate crap. I didn’t exercise. I feel like crap.”

Who wants to read that?

I did eat crap – and I didn’t exercise, until today.  Today, I ate well-ish.  And I made it to the gym.

I pushed myself hard because, as the title says, life is too short to stay this fat. 

The world likes to be all politically correct.

“She has a hormone problem”

“She’s a BBW – big beautiful woman”

“She’s just fluffy”

“She’s got pretty eyes”

But no one ever says it like it is – because hurt feelings would ensue.

I’m fat.  I’m not chunky, fluffy, “round is a shape” or any other politically correct term designed to enable me to avoid the truth.

266.5lbs is FAT.

I haven’t weighed below 240 in years.  I don’t own anything you could buy off a rack at a regular sized store – not even my skinny clothes are that small.  Oh wait, that’s not true, I do own a pair of jeans and a summer top that are my goal clothes – given to me by my skinny friend.

And life is too short to stay this fat. 

I did 30 minutes on the eliptical today.  Alpine program, level 5.  By the time I hti 27 minutes, my muscles were screaming at me.  My lungs were burning.  And I pushed through, in fact I pushed harder.  

And as I got off the eliptical – I wobbled –  but made my way over to the machines for weights.  I did an upper body workout that made my arms feel like jello.

I feel so good… And tomorrow I get to go again.  Tonight I will do a lovely yoga tape I have – 15 mins of stretching that will help me wind down for sleep so I can get up to go to the gym again tomorrow.

I think I’m finally in the right mindset… :p