Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Coming to terms with my ginormocity.

That's right I said it. I am indeed ginormous, which is a big deal when you're five foot one (and three quarters). Now I feel that perhaps getting over being ginormous is similar to kicking an alcohol addiction: The first step is admitting you have a problem. So here goes:
Stands up, waves.
"Hi, my name is Dani, and I am ginormous."
Now that I've got that out of the way I suppose the "healing" can begin, or rather the shrinking.

So there you have it, I'm on a mission to loose a substantial amount of weight and make some substantial life changes along the way.

What's that?
How substantial?
Well I want to be ready to at least start training to run marathons by my next birthday.
Oh you meant how substantial of a weight loss?
Let's just say I'm 50 pounds round and like to remedy that by *crosses fingers* Ori's 1st birthday on December 13th (which is also my & H's anniversary).
I &hearts challenging myself.
It is so on.
50 pounds, 6 months


Rebecca said...

Good luck!! I think it helps a lot when you et other people know what your plans are -it holds you accountable. You'll do wonderful!

Mama4Real said...

It's doable! A guy in my WW meeting has lost 100 since January!

Mama4Real said...

You are tagged. AGAIN. Sorry :)


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