It's begun, the lessening of me.
I'm happy with fit and healthy. I'm not happy with fat.
The other day, in a fit of boredom, I started perusing apps for my beloved iPod Touch (which is so much more than the glorified mp3-player I once thought it was) and I came across My Fitness Pal.
I decided to start using it to log what I eat.
I was surprised at how much I ate.
I could no longer blame my fatness on a mysteriously undetectable thyroid issue.
I faced the facts.
I set a goal.
I'm going to lose 25kg to put myself firmly back in the lower healthy range weight for my height.
Do I really think I can do this? Fuck no, but if it starts falling off me I will be more than happy to share how I do it, if not, I will be in the corner with a box of chocolates.
Oh, and I added my progress ticker at the bottom of this page. To shame myself. If I do not succeed.
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