There, I said it.
And I can sit here and flagellate the reasons (depression, low income, stress, accessibility of fast food, etc. etc. ad nauseum), but the fact is only one person can change my BMI.
So, Saturday morning I faced my fears, and the scale. It wasn't pretty. In fact, pretty durn ugly. But I know what I'm up against now. I have seen the enemy and it is me. And I'm fighting back.
So, since I'm not so brave as to verbalize my weight in the court of public opinion, let's just call it "starting point".
It's been two days on my diet so far. I'm trying to limit calories to 1200-1400, stay high in protein (though that's very hard to do on our limited budget...there's only so many egg whites a girl can eat!), and get some form of exercise daily.
Where this is going to stop, I have no idea. But this weight thing is probably going to be a life-long struggle. That's a depressing thought right there. I need some support in this, and I'm not talking Weight Watchers. Or the food police (i.e. my wonderful DH, who I love dearly but who has been fortunate enough to have inherited some skinny DNA and will never understand the struggles of obesity).
Okay, I'm done ranting now. Off for a protein shake (MMM-MMMMMMMM!).