Writing

And now for something completely different. I've done it all, and at 51 years old, I'm fed up with being fed up. I guess I wouldn't be in this pickle if I wasn't always "fed up" (or if I only ate pickles for that matter). I've tried every diet known to modern man and then some. I am a professional dieter. I am a gold medalist dieter. Oh sure, I've lost weight - plenty of it. If you added up all of the weight that I've lost since I started dieting at the age of 16, my weight would actually be stated as a negative number. But, as cliche as it sounds, I always end up with a higher number than I actually started with. Does this make any sense at all? No.

So here I am. I'm at my highest weight ever (including when I was pregnant!). I am dangerously close to 200 lbs --- a number that I never, ever want to see on my drivers license. But really, how long can I fool the DMV with that 150 lb number? One of these days I'm going to get stopped by a cop and he's going to call me on it.

But this blog isn't really about dieting per se. It's about this body and this mind. It's about the possibility of spending the 2nd half of my life as the person that I want to be - be it a thinner me, or not. It's about self-love and self-loathing. It's about being noticed and being invisible. It's about family and friends and happiness and sex and parenting and body image and ageing and staying young and growing old gracefully and....

So now I'm decided that I'm going to "Write.....Write.....Write Myself to a Thinner, Happier Me". My hope is that this process will be a catharsis. It doesn't matter if no one is reading this. At the very least I figure that I've got to be burning some calories by typing, right? Or being busy writing, maybe I'll have less time to eat (unless of course I'm eating while I'm typing).

So this is my jumping off point. Welcome to my world.