A little confession...

I have gained...well...a bit of weight since moving to Portland. And by a bit, I'm talking 20 pounds or so. And I weighed more than I woulda liked then, anyway. I carry weight pretty well, so I might not look a whole lot different than I did two years ago, but boy can I feel it. I felt heavy at my wedding (which REALLY bums me out - it was such a perfect and wonderful day that I'm angry that I get stuck on that) and I've wanted to really change my lifestyle since the. Problem is, I'm LAZY when it comes to eating properly and excersizing in a consistant fashion - and given the fact that I really don't love the city that I live in, it makes for the perfect storm of inactivity and terrible eating. Mind you, I am not an overeater, but I can make some pretty lame choices. For example? Eating a bowl of rice and three beers for supper is BAD, people!

When I was 17, I left for college and promptly lost 35 pounds off my athletic frame. I dipped right below 100 pounds, and think I messed myself up but good in the process. I haven't been able to be normal about food since then, and I sorely regret not keeping myself in check back in the day.

So? Today I went to my first Weight Watchers meeting. It felt good, and I almost cried 4 times for NO REASON. Then Ashley and I sat down and made a shopping list and went to Trader Joe's. He's going to follow along with me. I feel really inspired by people like Tricia, and I think this is going to work for me. I'm going to write about this more, and might even (gasp!) post some real photographs of myself throughout the process.