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Okay, so my earlier post, with the whole, I’ve had my fun, it’s okay, now back to work spiel, may have been slightly overdone.

I have just gotten back from a spin class (yes this is definite progress), however, reality has finally been faced and I can admit that I have dug a deeper hole for myself than I had initially realized. I’d like to blame this on a “fat mirror” or some trick of the light, however, glancing in the mirror upon leaving the spin class, the truth hit me- I am HUGE! On top of that my head looked like a giant watermelon. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have a large head, I’ve come to accept this. My hair is also very dirty and was plastered to my head in an unflattering manner. However, the fact remains my face looks like a big round pie plate. I’m still on the okay, had fun over summer bandwagon, especially since nothing can be done at this point, however, I’m not as happy go lucky about things as a few hours ago.

It’s funny because the closer I am to my ideal weight and body type, the more critical I get. However, when I’ve packed on the pounds, somehow I seem to think things aren’t so bad. Like, instead of thinking about how big my face looks, I think, well, I still fit into my jeans. I simply ignore the fact that fat pours out over the top, I mean let’s face it, I’ll wear a boob shirt. Also, the times I do complain, my friends tell me, what are you talking about, I don’t see it. Are they trying to keep me fatter than them?! Because this is no slight matter. I actually sucked it up and weighed myself and it was a tramatic event. I maintain that the scale is evil, however, it also never tells you what you want to hear. You just get truth, painful, painful truth. My truth is that I am now back to the weight of a medium size man. I am content to weigh as much a small man, but a medium size man is just too much!

So basically my timeframe has changed. This is no, two, three week stint will get me back thing. I’ve faced reality. We are looking at a long, hard, did I mention long, road back. This trip must start immediately because now that I have truly faced the reality of my appearance, I’m appalled. I’ve taken off the rose-tinted glasses that allowed me to somehow think things “weren’t that bad” and fully recognize the damage I’ve done.

I vow, with the maybe two people who read this as witnesses (Terri of course, and some other blogger to see how far behind they are), to post again in one month with glowing reports of progress. Seriously, drastic measures must be taken! I mean, I already have my Halloween outfit (it is my favorite holiday) and I need to get the Halloween body or at least get back down to the size of a small man.

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