I got caught up in the Facebook craze and lost my mind, when I was able to reconnect with friends that I haven’t heard from for the better part of 20 years (at least). Everyday I’m typing away, trying to see who else I can dig up. This can take hours, especially when you go through everyones friends list to see if you recognized someone else. If you’re on Facebook, then you know what I mean.

Oh well, a new day means a new start.  I’m ready to get back on track. The weather is pretty mild, so I’ll take advantage and do some outdoors stuff with my daughter. Maybe in time, I can post some photos on Facebook that doesn’t reflect an obese indvidual’s different stages through life. I’d like to have some slim fit flicks  to post (maybe not slim). Word!!!

Alright, let’s keep it real!! My knees are killing me, my belt’s too tight and walking up a flight of stairs is breathtaking, literally! Being fat is totally wack, but being fat over 40 is like being a crab at the bottom of the bucket. Chances for survival is slim. Being obese creates a hardship on family and an overall way of life. You get a certain size and you no longer want to buy clothes or go out because you don’t have clothes that fit. More so, you have clothes that don’t fit, but you wear them thinking that they do fit. Sometimes you don’t see yourself realistically or as other people see you. Confidence and reality are sometimes two different objectives.

Hopefully, my weightloss journey will be successful and maybe inspire someone else’s, as I have found inspiration from others who chronicled their own.

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