Lost and gained, lost and gained more, lost and gained even more, terrified to try again. I'm sick and tired of dieting. I hate, with a deep passion, people even noticing my body. I hate all the crap that goes with being smaller. I have no skills for dealing with people if and when they actually notice me as a human being instead of a blob. BUT.... I am old and I want to be around to be with my daughter as she grows up. I want to play hopscotch. I want to sit on the swingset at the park and not worry about collapsing it. I want to push her around on the merry-go-round. I want to hike with her. No, wait, not want - NEED to do these things with her. So here I go, again.

At the moment I have decided I am going to start with 10% because (snort) Queen Latifah says that will improve my health. We'll start there. The final goal is way too much to deal with. Goal #1 - Lose 10% - Done Goal #2 - Twoon Town Goal #3 - Second 10%

Trying to go out and walk more. Small steps.....

I live in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I got married old, had a kid even older and worry about being around for her as she grows up. I lost my mom a couple of months before kidlet was conceived and want to be around as long as I can for my child.



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