Double Trouble

You know, I've always wanted a sister. Don't get me wrong, having my kid brother was great...he did everything that a little brother should do, almost verbatim from the 'Little Brothers Handbook of Properly-Torturing-Your-Big-Sis-To-Show-You-Care," volumes 1 through 25. (love you bro!) I've even thought about how fun a twin sister might be. In all that wanting and thinking, I was unaware that my fairy godmother had a sense of humor...a twin in my own skin! I came to a realization whilst e-chatting with my dear friend Jennifer, that I am LITERALLY DOUBLE the weight that I was when I met my husband. DOUBLE-- that's a whole extra person, people!! Starting at 130, and 15 years later finds me at 263. Thats 8.67 pounds per year.... c'mon, you math majors out there, lets crunch the numbers...thats darn near a pound a month for the last 15 years, if you include the variable numbers of the range of absurd fad diets I've been on that I have lost weight on and then turned around and doubled my loss number in gain.

As a matter of fact, based on those odds, I should really consider playing the Texas lottery or the stock market. Woo HOO, way to turn nothing into something!

In all seriousness though, I am going to have to play my cards carefully on this one and make some smart choices. I'm right there with you Jennifer....I feel the lonliness, and the sporatic waves of panic that come along with such a huge undertaking. Some people smoke, some people drink,some people are shopaholics, some are TV junkies, and some people hoard cats for crying out loud........it all boils down to one thing. Everyone has habits they have and things that they use to make themselves feel better; to get through the tough spots in this life in one piece. I have food. Now I have to make the shift--mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually. I should be eating to live, not living to eat to just make it through another day.

And what does this all mean?

We get to day two.