Isn't it funny how we sometimes stuggle with the "little" things when it comes to diet and training? Right now for me, it the water that I'm struggling with...4 liters per day to be exact. Sometimes I'm just not that freaking thirsty and I really really have to push myself to drink even CLOSE to that amount. I keep telling myself how much better my skin and hair looks when I'm hydrated, not to mention how much more efficiently my body is working, but still my taste buds just ain't having it. For the past few days I've gotten in less than 2 liters and my body is letting me know just how uncool this is. I can remember back in the day when 2 liters was GOOD. Sadly, most of that 2 liters came in the form of full sugar Dr. Pepper. Ahhh..the good old days. All is not lost though, sugar free Hawaiian punch drink mix with a packet of Equal is the new love of my life these days. I love, love, love this stuff and for $1 a box at Wallyworld, you can't beat it. I don't drink my entire 4 liters in Hawaiian Punch but it does make the process more enjoyable most days. Oh well, back to the bottle...16oz down and a looooong way to go.
I thought it be really interesting to document the step-by-step emancipation of the lean, chiseled, 5 inch heel, blinged out suit wearing figure diva that is now trapped under 200+ lbs of flubber that is currently me. This will be a long process but in the end, it will be something that will be truly amazing to look back on and see exactly where it all started. My name is Lyn and I am fat..so fat that I have the beginning stages of a F.U.P.A. If you don't know what one of those is, well, then Google is your friend, look it up. Anyway, like I was saying, I am fat. I am not thick, big-boned, heavy-set or any of those nice words people like to use to describe the obese. I prefer to keep it real and call 'em like I see 'em. I am simply fat. I did not get this way due to a thyroid issue, or any type of medical issue. I got this way because I ate too much and exercised too little. I am a lover of all that is fried, buttered, greasy, sweet and fat-laden. I have never met a combo meal that I didn't like. But you know what? I am a lover of me too and I know this is not the me I want to go through life being. I am vain. I want to look good and I want others to think I look good. I admit it. I will enjoy the jealous and bitchy looks that I will one day receive. I will enjoy the attention I get from men. I will not care that the attention will piss off wives and girlfriends. That will be their issue, not mine. ...just keeping it real. I'm not by any means saying that I will go out of my way to dress or act inappropriately, but I will enjoy the fruits of my labor. Another reality is that one does not lug around 200+ lbs of fat for multiple years without some wear and tear on the body. When all is said and done and before I hit the NPC stage (or any stage) in my red crushed velvet suit and my 5 inch heels, I will need plastic surgery. I will definitely need a breast lift and a tummy tuck. I am saving for those now. It's quite possible that I will need some work done on my inner thighs as well. I plan on documenting all of that here as part of my process. I am also a very strong believer of the power of the human mind so my thoughts, feelings, frustrations etc will be documented as well. I want to remember everything, good and bad. Nothing is insignificant if the diva is to be freed. During this process I am very lucky to have the support, knowledge and guidance of some very special friends, some of who's identity will be kept a secret for now, but when revealed will only make the end result that much sweeter. I know that not every day will be a victory, but I am ready for the battle. I am keeping in mind some famous words from Winston Churchill, "It's not enough that we do our best; sometimes we have to to what's required."
