Confessions of a Sugarholic

Today I thought about epiphanies.  You know, those fantastic "light bulb" moments of absolute brilliance that come along a few times in your lifetime...or at least in my lifetime.  Why all of a sudden am I ready to lose weight, and why did it take so long to make that decision?  To be honest, I don't think I can really answer that question. It came to me when I really wasn't thinking about it.  It was this past Friday after I finished working.  It was like a flash.  I suddenly got all of these ideas as to what I can do lose this weight...permanently.  And, all those ideas revolved around honesty.  I was honest with myself about why I was obese.  Why I wasn't exercising.  Why I wasn't really living up to my full potential.  Then, I guess I said to myself I'm going to do it, and do it right now.  So, I exercised on Saturday and Sunday with surprising endurance.  I walked today with no problems.  Now, I'm thinking "WHAT THE FUCK!"  Have I re

So, now that I've made the conscious choice to change my life and improve my health for the better, I need to set my goals.  I do have an idea of what I would like my weight to be, but I don't want that to be my ultimate goal.  I have a two goals in mind.  My first goal is accomplished when my physicians says, "You don't need to take these diabetes and high blood pressure meds anymore."  I know the reason why I'm on both is because of the weight.  I also know that type two diabetes can virtually disappear with weight loss because it's happened to me before (see previous blog post). My second goal - get my weight down to 160 lbs.  Why 160 lbs. you ask?  Well, I'm being realistic.  I'm never going to be 135 lbs.  I've been overweight my entire life, and my body has made allowance for carrying all that weight around.  This will definitely be a work-in-progress, and I'll talk to my doctor about healthy weights.  But for me, this is a star

Well...I'm starting my first blog.  Entering my first blog entry.  It's a bit daunting.  I'm putting my thoughts out there for others to read.  Scary!  But I need this.  I'm embarking on a journey that will test me.  More than anything that has tested me in my life.  I need this.  I need accountability.  I need support.  This is how I work.  I'm 35 years old.  Single, accomplished.  Content.  But I'm morbidly obese.  Morbid.  That's serious.  So, I decided to look up morbid in the dictionary to see how serious this is.  Now, I'm not stupid.  I know what morbidly obese means.  But, I'm a nerd and proud of it, so humor me, okay? And, I looked this up in my actual 80 lb. dictionary. Not the web...so give me a few points for going old-school.  According to Webster's New World College Dictionary Fourth Edition: morbid adj. 1. of, having, or caused by disease; unhealthy; diseased 2. resulting from or as from a diseased state of mind...having or