In the beginning...

In the beginning, there were the heavens and the earth...AND FOOD!!!

My story begins in the summer of 1976. It was a Monday evening in Orlando, Florida. My mother had been in labor for MANY hours awaiting the arrival of her first born child and her namesake. My arrival became high-risk in today's medical world. When I finally arrived and they cut my umbilical cord, I started my relationship with food. I'm pretty sure that I received my first Weight Watchers weigh in that night...5 pounds, 5 ounces of adorableness. That would be the last time I weighed 5 pounds in my life. 

While my memories are a bit groggy, I'm pretty sure three things happened that evening. First, I'm pretty sure that I received my unofficial Weight Watchers lifetime membership log. Second, I'm pretty sure I was put on a carbs and sugar diet as a newborn...to fatten me up, like Hansel and Gretel. Third, I'm pretty sure my aversion to fruits and vegetables started at this time also. I think I was brainwashed by the other infants in the NICU.

I'm a Southerner by birth and there are things we like: fried foods, sweet tea, desserts, monograms and pearls. When ordering a drink, I like to joke I like my coffee blonde and my boys brunette. (BTW...if anyone knows an eligible bachelor between 41 and 45 with an education, job, house, and car feel free to let them know about me!) When ordering food, I like to joke I'm going to die one day and I'd rather be fat and happy than skinny and mad. 

My doctor has been lecturing me for the past three years about my weight. My dentist has been lecturing me about sugary food and drinks for the past three years. My orthodontist suggested I cut down on sugary drinks also. I started thinking these men may be onto something. And then an opportunity was presented to me to join Weight Watchers for the one millionth time...

And so my return to the scales began on a cold Saturday morning the week before Thanksgiving. I know, you are asking "is she insane to start the week before Thanksgiving?" Well, when an opportunity presents itself you go when suggested...I'm not going to lie, the struggle has be real this time. I'm over 40, I have a medical condition that requires medication, I have a mental condition that requires medication, and I am under a great deal of stress for 16 hours a day. The first week was a 3.2 pound weight loss, but the food consumption was questionable 5 out of 7 days. The second week was a 0.2 pound weight loss, but that was the week of Thanksgiving break. I don't profess to be the mistress of meal planning...let's be honest, I work a crazy schedule. I do know that I need to break up with some of my boyfriends...Ronald McDonald, the Burger King, The CFA Cow, Papa John, the Firemen at Firehouse Subs. I have tried to make my amends with my tasteless friend, Water. I am working on making amends with fruits and vegetables, but our love/hate relationship has been long...

So, stay tuned for more in this saga...