I’m fat. Did I just figure this out? Of course not! I’ve known this for quite some time. Every once in a while, something happens to remind a girl. For me, it was my wedding. I look back at the photos with utter dismay. Don’t get me wrong, I made a beautiful bride. However, I would have loved to look the way I really dreamed of looking on my wedding day. My dress was gorgeous and yet the wrong angles in some photos make me wish I had made another choice.

The rolls, creases and jiggling are endless. Am I sitting in a corner miserable about this? Nope, not at all. On that day, I was happy. Ultimately my wedding was beautiful. Now it’s time to do something about it. There will be several people that say, just love the skin you are in, stop trying to fit into societies version of beauty, etc. etc. Yeah well that’s all fine and good, except – I’m not happy in the skin I’m in. I want more, I know I can achieve more.

First things first. What’s the plan? Well joining a gym was at the top of the list. But instead of a normal gym, we join the gym of all gyms. I’m talking huge. Crowded. Pretty intimidating. Heck this is week four and I only know where certain things are because I’ve been too stubborn to request another tour.

Then there are the tiny little girls in the matching outfits that work out without sounding like they are hacking up a lung. I could trip one of them. But I won’t. Well, don’t push me.

Then there is all the useless research. Do cardio first. No, do weights first then cardio! Trainers are the best choice! No, no classes are the better option! Yeah, yeah. How about for now we just be happy I’m here? Trying. Without using profanity with anyone. Tomorrow is another day.