The Beginning

The words "the beginning" make me think of the deep robotic voice at the end of some Black Eyed Peas song.

BUT that has nothing to do with why I'm here.

I'm here because I'd like to lose weight. I really like myself - my personality, my hair, my eyebrows, my work ethic, my hobbies, my friends, the direction of my life, my family, my boobs, my wrists, and so on and so forth.

It's a joy to be at a point in my life where I feel comfortable with my being. Keyword here: being. I am NOT yet comfortable with my body. I do, however, love my body. It's miraculous that I was born with everything where it's supposed to be. I appreciate all that my body does for me and all that I've accomplished with it. So far, we've shared in a beautiful journey.

But I've come to a point where I'm exasperated that my body can't always keep up with what I'd like to do. I get winded a little too easily and need to sit down a bit more often than I'd like. I tend to be over-dramatic in my mannerisms and facial expressions, and my chunky frame doesn't seem to fit that personality trait.

There are reasons beyond the physical that I want to lose weight. Environmentalism, sustainability, and repurposing are important to me. Fat hippies just seem to contradict all that those movements stand for. It's hard to repurpose a cute dress when you have to make it larger rather than smaller. Environmentalists usually frown on the processed foods I put in my body.

In short, weight loss will help me align my values (being) with physical presence (body). That sounds like new age fluff, but I think it's an important to acknowledge that fact.

Wish me luck (and peace)!