The Beginning of the end.

Cryptic enough title?

Well I have to say that I am truly not the blogging type. When I see people in cafes or benches happily ignoring the rest of the world and typing away about themselves I usually mutter a profanity under my breath about being self absorbed or some other utterance  that I need not repeat... Well not right away.

I've decided to write this in rebellion against the fat, cottage cheese, double chin, and lard that has taken my body hostage and won't release it unless I give in to a bigger enemy... Exercise and the mistress Diet. I cringe a little at the words as I am the chunker that likes to think I am comfortable in my looks but truly I am just in denial of my wretched roundness.

It occurred to me the other day that I might have a slight issue of large when my eldest daughter was hugging me and said "Mama I love you so much". As a glutton of affection I asked "Why?". Her reply left me dumb struck and I think I blushed a little. "You are so squishy and soft and big". I was taken aback a bit since I have always been bigger but in my denial have never surrendered to the thought that I might actually be as big as my liar of a mirror shows.

So I have decided to take this mother on and show her that I too can join the ranks of MILF-dom. My ultimate goal is to be able to shop at regular stores and not have to purchase clothing that begins in "X". So I welcome you along for the ride and hope that together we can make this journey an entertaining one.

Tomorrow is Day 1, so if you hear of any Earthquakes in the crotch of America that would be me falling on my arse in Zumba... Courage.