So… What Happened?

Since the contest hasn’t officially started yet, let’s do a little introspecting… exactly how did I end up on SeosFightFat?  How did I get here from the size 4’s I was wearing at the 2003 SJ SES?  (Ah, those were the days…)

I’d like to spin you a story full of drama and intrigue with a little tragedy mixed in for effect but the sad, sad truth is… is… boredom.  Contentment.  Coma-inducing lethargy.

I’ve had my periods of high drama, no doubt.  But the downward slide (and upwards crawl of the scale) is more of a product of disinterest than personal turmoil.  As it is for most people, I imagine!  The more comfortable you are, the less you care where that extra slice of cheesecake ends up.

Yeah, ok, I feel a pang when I realize there’s a whole closet of clothes and nothing fits but hey, my trusty elastic waist flannel pants never let me down.  Not once.  And I think the waiters at the mexican restaurant think those plaid pants are hot with my ever-so-fashionable navy hoodie.

I’ve tried dieting a few times over the years but it was doomed to fail.  Dieting may depend on what you eat but if your head’s not into the challenge, it just doesn’t matter.  But this time… I think I’m back in the game.

I’ve actually been dieting for a few weeks, ever since I was confirmed to speak at London SES  and realized I’m going to see some dear friends I haven’t seen in a couple years, I’ve been slightly panicked.  It was the wakeup call I needed!

I’ve lost 5 pounds already and I didn’t stop dieting for the contest in order to boost my numbers. The best prize will be  a slimmer, healthier me!