It is the last day of 2007 and my resolutions this year all rotate around my weight AGAIN. But this year I've decided to do something different. Weight therapy with a twist: Weight with a Blog. This way I can rant and rave about all my weight woes and not worry (or care) whose ears (or eyes) it falls upon.
I can't believe how fast this year has passed. It only feels like yesterday that I made the resolution to stick to a diet and I promised myself that come this New Year's Eve I'd be as thin as can be.
I have failed miserably. My body weight has shifted (upwards) and at this year's Christmas dinner my friend's beautiful girl called me The Fat Mommy. I wanted to choke the living daylights out of her. I nearly did. But of course I didn't, because that is what we fat people do, we take shit like this with a smile, we harbour our emotions inside and sadly we never move on.
I can't believe how fast this year has passed. It only feels like yesterday that I made the resolution to stick to a diet and I promised myself that come this New Year's Eve I'd be as thin as can be.
I have failed miserably. My body weight has shifted (upwards) and at this year's Christmas dinner my friend's beautiful girl called me The Fat Mommy. I wanted to choke the living daylights out of her. I nearly did. But of course I didn't, because that is what we fat people do, we take shit like this with a smile, we harbour our emotions inside and sadly we never move on.
So, I've decided to embark on a journey (an experiment even) of the blog. Why the name? Because I am a traveller. My husband has a job that takes us (I've got one son) around the world. I have found that no matter what country we happen to be in, I tend to carry my excess baggage with me: my weight. I talk about it all the time and in every language I learn. I am obsessed.
I love food and I love entertaining. This year I resolve to make peace with that and hopefully then I can see the weight start to shift. All I have to do is change my relationship with glorious food out there. I love my husband but you don't see me stuffing photos of him in my coat pockets.
With red wine in hand I toast in the New Year. Cheers and here goes nothing.
