Understanding my weight

Yesterday was not the best of days. After getting up and having a shower I slipped on the wet floor and twisted my ankle.. So now, after throwing my back out a week ago, I now have 2 extremely sore body parts.. And I have a feeling that if I wasn't carrying so much extra weight around then the injuries would fix themselves a lot sooner.. I am carrying more than 50kg more than I should be and even though I don't feel it, I know that it must be doing damage to my joints and putting a lot of pressure on the lower parts of my body. I feel so bad for my ankles and knees.. The weight that they feel must be overwhelming.. My back must be feeling it because of the weight from my stomach and boobs pulling down from the front.
So, next realization that I hope to make is how my weight affects my body. How all this extra weight takes its toll on my joints and bones. So maybe being smaller isn't just about clothes and sex appeal..

Day 1 over and done

Day One is gone and day two is upon me.. But yesterday while I was constantly reminding myself that I didn't need to eat the junk food that was staring me in the face, I made a small discovery. I realised how much I actually think about food. When I am sad, lonely, picked on, ignored, angry, annoyed.. The thought of a big bag of chips is always there. I had to force myself to think of other things.. Things that made me happy.. My family, my Friends, butterflies, classic movies and I even resorted to thinking about sex.. With my man of course.. But how much I thought of food isn't even the weird part... The fact that I felt like I was betraying food was really weird. I have spent so much of my life relying on food.. Food was there for me when I felt like I had no one. Food has been like a best friend for the last 20 years. How do you say goodbye to something like that.. I don't think bad of food. But I know that it has been one of the most destructive relationships in my entire life.. Food is like the Boyfriend that says that you cant survive without him and you kinda believe him.. I cant survive without food all together, but I need to learn how to survive on what I need and not what I want..
So, today there is a mountain of housework to be done. So I have decided to try and make the housework a fun exercise routine. Hanging washing, vacuuming, folding clothes, making beds and so on... So here I go on day 2!!!

The Scary Start

OK... Here I am. Putting it out there that I am hugely obese and that I need to do something about it. Actually the 'need to do something' has been apparent for a long time now. But the idea to make myself accountable to the masses might actually work. I am sick of being motivated for a week and then nothing eventuates. Food is my drug of choice and it has a hold on me that I am not really willing to give up. I know that food isnt the be all and end all but I love it. The taste sensations that I feel from food is amazing. Its like a hug. But its time for all of that to change... NOW!!!!
So here's the deal... I am 28 years and 9 months old, unknown weight because the scale doesn't go that high, and a size 26. By my 30th Birthday I want to be a size 16. Not fussed by the weight. Sick and tired of numbers on a scale. So instead I am going by dress size.
First order of business is to stop eating SHIT!!! and by shit I mean chips, lollies, biscuits by the bucket full and all the other stuff that seems to work its way into my trolley on shopping day.
Second job is to eat when needed. 3 meals a day..... and 2 snacks consisting of fruit and/or vegetables.
At this stage there is only one thing I am not willing to give up. I can not and will not live without my Coffee... Maybe down the track I might be willing (and able) to give it up. But right now, not a chance in hell....
So here I am at the start. I hope, that as well as losing weight myself, I encourage other people to do the same. I have no idea if anyone is reading this, or ever will read this.
HERE I GO!!!!