No diet expert here

Today I pondered the first paragraph in my Memoir.  As I have memorized nearly every sentence in the entire book, I do this often.  My first paragraph makes a confession-my failure as a dieter.  I'm not qualified to write a diet book.  My own diet fluctuates among extremes- from raw vegan (the absolutely the best diet for ME, probably not you), to living on chocolate and cheese.  Consistency in not my best attribute.  If I could maintain a consistent healthy diet, I could live to be 105.

The key is to focus on health, but life in the good ol' USA interferes, with it's pizza commercials and 4th of July picnics.  I encourage my readers to focus on health, not the numbers on the scale.  Now, if I could only practice what I preach.  Tomorrow's a new day. 

I wish all of you luck, strength, and perseverance.

Too long weekend

Most folks think weekends are too fast, but this one was incredibly slow.  I spent nearly every waking moment trying to transform myself into a graphic designer, with frozen Reese's Cups in hand.  I failed miserably.  I will hire a pro to do the job.
In fact, this has been a pretty messed up, failure ridden week.  I've not been able to work because my Jeep took a dump, and the Sheriff wants to take the clothes off my back to pay for a delinquint school loan (one that refused to consolidate and got lost in the shuffle).  Guess they don't know I buy my clothes at Salvation Army.  Why pay a shitload of money for jeans that will be runied within a year by thigh friction?  Once the crotch wears out, they're only good for rags.  Levi rags?  No way!  Unless I hit the jackpot and find a pair that fits me at Sally's, no easy task.  At $3.95 a pair, it's not a crying shame when the threads start to show.  

Everyone should write one

As I flip through the pages of "Memoir of a Recovering Fat Ass", as I often have during the ebook formating process, I often find myself flat out crying.  Whether it be joy or sadness, reliving one's life is bound to draw out emotions.  I'm glad I took the time to record my experiences.  Regular walks down life's paths are priceless.  If one is lucky, she will live until all she has are memories.  They say only the good die young, but the lucky grow old; I'd rather be lucky than good.  I will always have my memoir.  I will listen to it if I can't see to read, or I will scale it in Braille if I can't hear.  They'll probably have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.

I encourage everyone to write one.

Big Step

Here I am, a month or so later.  As usual, I've abandoned my food dairy.  Surprise!  I'm back to old habits of disordered eating.  Weight is creeping up.  However, if I stick to the at least one of the tools in my book, I'll be okay.  I'm rarely in control of what I eat, but maybe sometimes I can keep a grip on when.  Success comes and goes, and I still refuse to hate myself based on the red digits on the scale.

I am working on getting my book out there to more people struggling with fat-related self-esteem.  I hope to upload to Smashwords today, and to begin the daunting task of marketing (much more difficult than writing the book).  I know I can help others with my story.  I know I can connect with millions of people just like me.  Today I'm taking a big step.