The Beginning of the End

Okay, so here it is...

I have always been a little...well, fat. Call it what you want: chubby, rotund, thick, big ole', burly, husky...I've heard them all. I used to be fairly fit. I could run if I had to, I lifted often, was pretty strong and carried the extra pounds well.

Then I got married. That, as they say, is that. Traded in the weight room for the living room and the guy who used to get remarks like, "Dang, you are a really big guy! Don't wanna mess with you." started getting little gems like this, "Dang, you are really fat, aren't ya chubs! Don't wanna leave a burrito laying around!"

Pretty much sucked, you can imagine.

Not to be deterred, I just kept on telling myself that it wasn't all that bad. Little heavy, but still okay.

Then, one day my hands started going numb. I went to the doctor and they decided to pull my labs. Turned out that the numbness was only a pinched nerve, but the labs revealed that my Cholesterol and Triglycerides were grossly outta whack. In addition, my Blood Sugar was elevated.

I have since been able to control the first two, but have yet to better my Blood Sugar.

The breaking point came the other day when Elizabeth informed me that if I wasn't going to do something about it then she was taking out a life insurance policy on me. 'Bout as subtle as the wrong end of a horse, if you ask me, but it worked.

I tend to get mad at Liz when she tries to help...I mean, what does she know anyway...she's just a Dietitian...right? So, I am asking you guys, my friends, to help me. I need motivation that can only come from people who will be encouraging when I do well, and relentless when I don't. That being said, please feel free to "motivate" me with any words you feel necessary. Weekly, I will post my results for the previous seven days. Posts will include body weight, percent body fat, exercise and diet results. All that I'm asking of you is encouragement when I need it, and a swift kick in the pocket pair when I need it.