10 lbs at a time, Baby!
Time to Work on the Arms!
It’s me again – a full year and a half since I first launched “Operation Big Butt”, and I’m finally back in a place where I can feel good enough about my progress that I can write about it.
It’s been a bad rough patch – because of all of the things that tend to happen in life, I’ ve been literally unable to focus on my weight. Then I got the scare of my life, and I was forced to.
I am 44 years old now, and I suppose that a lot of it is what comes with being a 44-year old African American woman. My doctor recently put me on medication for high-blood pressure, and tested me for a host of other things, and I realized that if I don’t change some things and change them fast, I won’t be around to torture my son’s future wife.
So, here I am again, ready to revive “Operation Big Butt” (though I’m really thinking of renaming the blog – there’s nothing very funny about this anymore), and needing to write about it to keep me sane. If you use food like I’ve always used food my whole life, you might be able to feel my pain. If you have a healthy relationship with food, well then you’re very lucky. As for me, I’m having to totally re-tool the way I eat, and it is as hard as overcoming any other kind of addiction, I think.
Just got back from a walk/run through my neighborhood, and it feels great. Time to do this!
