It's Time to Get Real and Some Other Ramblings!

So it's time to get real. Wow how many times have I heard myself saying that before eh? Wayyyyy too many. How many times have I looked into the mirror and though ugh you fat slob, it's time to do something about your weight and then followed it up with a Mars Bar while thinking about how to tackle my weight loss....hey heres an idea...lose the Mars Bar!?!?!?! LOL



So I've decided that I want a new job, one with more hours, so I can afford more "stuff" that won't make me happier, nor fulfill my life more BUT will trick my brain into thinking I'm much happier now because I have the extra "stuff" that in reality I didn't need. So really if I could just work out how to convince my brain not to think I'm happier because of the all the new "stuff", I could just forgo buying all the new "stuff" and stay in my current job!? Fuck I'm exhausted - but hey thats cause I'm unfit - yes even my brain is a rooted, lard ass of a thing.

Ok so why was I posting today *thinking, thinking* oh thats right because I caught a view of myself in a shop window today and actually had to look twice to recognise who the lard ass was that was looking back at me...umm hello do I know you? Of course you do, I'm YOU!

I went into Tar'get to look for some nice black pants - hey I figured if I do get a new swanky office job, I'm not going to be allowed to go into work in my slobby, yucky but EVER SO COMFY track daks am I? Though I don't see why not, as long as I do the job, it should be fine, in fact if I was comfortable in what I was wearing I'd probably do my job better and who knows in the process start an entire revolution in what you can and can't wear to work....lawyers could start turning up to court in comfy piled tracksuits, Dr's could be consulting wearing their favourite boardshorts and if you were really lucky and were a male with a female Dr she may just turn up to work in a Bikini in summer - in fact I truly believe this idea should be explored. Perhaps I should do a trial at work and see how far I can push my boss as to what he deems "acceptable" for me to wear while serving the public. In fact after seeing what some of THEM wear while expecting me to serve them and NOT to snigger at them, I should be able to turn up in my PJ's...as some of them do - in the middle of the afternoon!!!

Oh looky I've started to ramble again and gotten completely off subject. So where was I *hmm* oh thats that right looking at nice black pants. I tried a couple of pairs on and was NOT happy Jan at all. I used to be pretty confident about my curves but lately, well lets just say I've noticed that I have my curves and about 3 other peoples too, which does not look AS sexy as when you just have your own curves LOL! Before I could whip those pants off and leave myself standing there with my dimpled thighs seemingly magnified in the changing room mirror with just my undies and top on, I had already recommitted to my diet, my diet that I have shamelessly broken over the past week!

Also in the process of turning myself into the absolute stunning size 8 chickadee that I KNOW exists within this body, I will also be putting myself out there - whats the saying, life is there to be lived, it's better to be a participant in it than a spectator!

So from this point forward, be prepared to commit yourself to reading daily in fact sometimes MULTI daily posts about my AMAZING weight loss and my fantastic exploits in the wonderful world of planet Earth....it's time to be scared people....very scared!!

~Fatologist~