The Brutal Truth

You know for a certainty it's time to do something about your weight when:

1. You need a seatbelt extender for the first time on an airplane.
2. You struggle to wipe or wash your own ass. Disgusting!
3. You have troubles turning over on the massage table.
4. You can't fully close the tanning bed.

It's not that I haven't known for quite a while that my weight was reaching critical mass. But somehow, I have had a total sense of apathy about it and have been struggling to find the motivation to get me back on track.

I still don't really have the motivation, but I'm going to fake it until I make it. In the meantime, I'm going to face the horror of posting for anyone who wants to see... the brutal truth about my weight, my goals, my struggle. I really am quite horrified, but hoping that the embarrassment of exposure will spur me on somehow.

2010 started with the Wii yet again reminding me of my obesity. But isn't my fat little Mii kinda cute?

I've decided I am going to start with a reasonable goal... 40 minutes of exercise 6 days a week, alternating types. Keeping my calories per day under 1600. Taking my vitamins, especially D every day. I think I'm going to break my weight loss goals up into 40 pound increments. So, here's to losing 40 pounds!

Now, the question is... do I start with the bike or Jillian Michaels Fitness Ultimatum on the Wii?