Fatty Made A Funny

I’ve been staring at my laptop for what feels like hours.  Just sitting and looking and waiting for something to happen.  I couldn’t figure out where to start with this post, how to introduce myself, my blog, my journey.

I don’t know why I started this blog originally, I don’t know that I had a plan or even a clear goal, but I do know what this blog has become to me.

Fatty Made a Funny is the place I go when the world is closing in around me and I don’t know what to do.  It is the place I go to celebrate when I feel myself moving forward or when I commit to something new.  

This blog is a place I commune with some who have succeeded in their journeys, some who have just started their journeys,and everyone in between.

I have learned so much about myself by just typing what I am feeling, what I am thinking, where I am going and how I plan on getting there.  I have learned even more from reading the words of my fellow bloggers.  The successes and failures that have come before me have taught me so much more than I could ever have learned on my own and I am forever grateful.

I don’t have a niche, I’m not your one stop shop for all things sugar-free, fat-free and carb-free.  I’m not a runner, a professional weight lifter or a jazzercise queen.  I don’t know the secret to weight loss, I don’t have a lotion to rub away cellulite or a pill that will give you those extra two hours you need every day to get that killer workout in. I can’t tell anyone how to do it for themselves, but I can tell you how I am doing it for myself.  I can’t tell you the key to your success but I can tell you the key to mine. The reason I am winning?  I finally figured out who I am.

I am 35 years old, married to the man of my dreams with the 2 most beautiful boys in the world.  I am 5’11 and 325 pounds.  I am rebuilding my body one day at a time, one meal at a time, one post at a time. I’m a smart ass, sometimes I’m a dumb ass, but I’m honest, I’m always honest. Sarcasm was my first language and will always be the language I am most comfortable with – this does not always serve me well. I am a blogger.  I blog about my self and my journey and my ups and my downs.  I read the blogs of people who are on the same or similar journeys.  I read the blogs of people who’s lives don’t even remotely parallel mine.

In a few months I will attended FitBloggin, an event “For bloggers interested in fitness, wellness, good food and a healthy lifestyle.” And although I am nervous about taking part – every day I realize a little more that I deserve to go and to enjoy myself and to use it get myself a little further down the road. I am a loser the Biggest Loser – okay, maybe not yet but come September I plan on being the New Braunfels Biggest loser.   In 2 weeks I start a 6 month competition to lose more weight than anyone else participating, to eat better and exercise more and work harder – and by God I am going to do it.  There will be bootcamps and Zumba and kickboxing and whatever other classes they ask us to take.  And there will be juggling – not oranges or bowling pins, but my family, my kids, my husband, my job, but by God I am doing it. I am a success.  You can’t see it yet, but you will.  I’ve learned a lot of things so far on this journey, I have fought battle after battle to get myself back. I have hit road blocks and I am sure I will hit more.

I have fallen off course more than once, and most likely will fall  few more times. But I started.  I stood up and I started moving forward, I started looking forward.  I started reaching out for the things I need in life, the things I want in life. The most important thing I did?  I started living…..and everything else is gravy….