It Begins

Here I am at 12:49 in the morning and I am consumed with the thought of, "no more messing around... get this done."

If you count shenanigans with your brother as a competitive sport (as I do) I have been competing from the age of about four, organized sports shortly thereafter. I have an amazing brother whom I love and miss dearly (hint, hint. Come back to Cali).

My kick-ass dad built us a regulation size soccer goal in our backyard. We moved there in April of 1981 and my parents sold the house in 2005 and headed for the hills. All this to say, that my brother and I had some serious one-on-one match ups. Three knee surgeries and several broken windows later, I can state with 100% certainty that a competitive spirit lives in me. It is ingrained in my soul and although it has been dormant for a while… I feel it bubbling to the surface.

This is what I know will be the integral part of me succeeding. I have a competitive, team spirit in my heart but I think I forgot how to be on my own team. No more.

This is a place that I plan to be very frank. It is not to get the, “you don’t weigh that much”, “you carry your weight really well”, comments. It is simply me being really honest about where I have been and where I want to go. Plus there is an element of accountability that goes along with publishing all of this. Now you are asking yourself what “all of this” is. Here goes:

Every day-ish I will be posting my weight, waist, thigh, arm and neck measurements. And a picture. That’s right. A. Picture.

Now before you freak out, I will say that my bathing suit covers slightly more and most people’s bathing suits cover far less. So, bear witness to my chub. It won’t be here for long.