Unpleasantly Plump

The weather has started to turn and I have very little to complain about since we live in the sunny south but when the weather changes so does my closet. I have to prioritize the crew socks over the no-show sockettes. I switch out the t-shirts for long sleeves, and more jeans/sweat pants. I now start each morning with a yawn, a stretch and a glance at the weather network app on my phone. Here's my problem though, I am 17lbs heavier than I was on THIS DAY last year. How do I know that? I have a Fitbit that I wear everyday and stupid me, I had bought the weight scale that automatically sync's with the app 🙄. As of this moment I weigh 204.8lbs; the heaviest I have ever been. It wasn't a surprise to me (or to anyone else who has eyes). I made it happen by overeating and being super lazy (lots of binge watching TV, like as if I was being paid per episode - did you know they did 11 Seasons of 7th Heaven!?). Back to my weight... I avoided bathing suits ALL summer long and I bought a crap-load of maxi-dresses; anything to accentuate my ASSets. Did you know that ANY skin on skin rubbing, with even the smallest amount of sweat, can give you the nastiest rash? I know that now 🙋🏻‍♀️. I learned that deodorant helps with the chaffing when you apply it under your boobs and where your thighs touch. I also learned that baby powder can be a woman's best friend ☝🏻. I've been doing a lot of thinking and since this is my preferred outlet for accountability when it comes to my emotional wellbeing, I want to confess that I enjoyed the process of getting fat. I loved every second of my overindulgence while I was overindulging. But I feel I have hit my rock bottom because last week, I couldn't get my wedding ring back on my finger 😞. I felt so low. I don't particularly like the way I look either but I continued to excuse the outside for how much I liked myself on the inside (inner beauty and all that jazz). I, like so many others, have been down this road of committing and recommitting to a strict diet and exercise. I have to renew that vow (yet again) because I don't have any other proven method, in the words of Robert Tepper there is "no easy way out". I do, however, have to be more aggressive, do something that will give me a longer lasting, habit forming result. I need encouragement and less excuses when it comes to implementing a healthier lifestyle. With all that said, I have decided that I will share my struggles on my blog. I will post a photo of myself (*cringe*) every Sunday as I detail my current reality. This morning I started my cleaning routine which is what I do in my pajamas (braless in a t-shirt and ill-fitting shorts that stay in permanent wedging status). Just running the vacuum, which is a workout in itself since I sweat like crazy AND it weighs 35lbs, I start feeling pain in my sciatica. The boob sweat is a real thing, so I have to tuck my shirt under my massive 38FF boulders and I got a load of laundry started. Then I decided to get dressed - oh what fun. My first thought was, where do I have to go today and who do I have to see (this helps me decide if I can be comfy or not). I chose a some-what comfortable outfit, fake jeans (they are not real denim, they are called Dream Denim lol) size 14 and my new (large) sweater from Costco. The countdown is on though, I cannot wear this bra for more than 6.5 hours and keep a smile on my face. Luckily, the groceries were done yesterday and I might have a coffee date with a new Portuguese woman that has come to town.

So there it is, my first Sunday edition of 'Unpleasantly Plump'. Tune-in next week when I start having some serious sugar withdrawals and who knows, I might lose a pound or four 😂🤞🏻.

Phat Outfit #1

(don't I look happy 😂)

I like this one better, Kev took it of me and Zeus on the couch before I started typing this post...