Jaime's So Called Life

I'm fat. Again. No I'm not big boned, chubby, or a little heavy. I'm fat. Don't they say that admission is the first step to recovery? So I admit it. Now the question is - what am I recovering from? There are two things. The first one is food. I HEART food. Eating it, shopping for it, making it, reading about it, thinking about it, talking about it. You get the idea. Food and I are "tight". It's quite possible that I love food more than I love anyone or anything else. I also love being lazy. It's a close second behind food. If I didn't like my sheets so much I'd enjoy every meal in bed. That's what I call a life of luxury (can you blame me - I'm from Lynnwood).

As the weight creeped on I tried pointing the finger. Blame the boyfriend. Most things are his fault anyway, right? It was totally his fault for treating me like a princess, wine and dining me. If only he was a cheap skate. Then I'd have some thing else to complain about other than my fat ass. And how dare he make me like him so much that I wanted to serve him delicious dinners all the time. Jerk. To make matters worst he charmed me into wanting to spend all my exercising free time with him. What kind of wonderful, loving man have I gotten myself tied up with!? I want my money back E-Harmony!

The blame game with Erin is technically only good for the first 20 pounds. Now for the other 20ish, I am still trying to figure out whose fault that is.  Until then I am determined to leave my excess fat at LA Fitness...