Here we are- back to the future in a way- this is my first post ever to my blog. The day that started it all, and well, my blog has been successful but my weight loss not so much! I was trying to think of something clever, funny and cute to write so Fall Fabulous would launch with a giggle! But you know what- there is nothing funny about being overweight and unhealthy. So I decided to repost my original thought…
I’m Cat, and if I am being honest, I would label myself as fat. If you ask the BMI chart to be honest (and I suggest you only seek that charts counsel after you have had a stiff drink or 10) then I am obese. If you are brave and numbed by an adult beverage, you can find out your BMI here.
. I am 5’8″ and weigh (or did weigh) 227. That was last week. Before my beloved gifted me the ultimate Valentine’s Day present sans the fancy wrapping, foil stamped card and box of chocolates. I got the gift that keeps on giving… for several days.
I’ve been in the 220’s club for roughly 5 years now. I used to be in the 130’s club. Both are exceedingly unhealthy for me. I have lots of solid excuses to point the finger at for my weight since 2005:
- I have RA & Fibromyalgia
- I’m too tired to exercise & too busy to eat a healthy meal
- Diet Coke cancels out anything bad I eat
- I can only afford processed food and Chick-Fil-A. And Starbucks. Maybe Chili’s.
- My big ass and thick legs are hereditary
- I have no will power
- I can’t lose the baby weight (said baby just turned 18 …years, not months)
- My blood pressure meds make me swell and have cankles
The truth is I have been lazy and self indulgent. I have likely tried every fad and health wrecking diet out there. I have a very impressive collection of diet books, exercise DVD’s and web print outs full of groundbreaking, miracle diet results. The only thing skinny about me at this point is my checking account. For all of my efforts of yo-yo dieting, eating an ass-load of processed mystery food, drinking swimming pools worth of soda and consuming tons of blood/uric acid/urine/pesticide/hormone laced red meat- well no wonder I feel like crap and wear a size 18 (yes , I did just tell the entire planet my weight and clothing size). It’s no wonder why #’s 1, 5,8 and 9 are my constant nagging companions. This explains why every morning when I am getting ready for work, I curse the bad lighting in my bathroom because that chick in the mirror looks about 50 lbs. heavier than she thinks she is…. read the rest here!
Nearly 350 people viewed the Fall Fabulous page and I have seven brave ladies ready to kick some ass and get healthy, so, without further delay- here is our line up! You can check our progress every Wednesday and see who has won the awesome prizes! And because this contest is about helping a honey badger out, you can join in at anytime. You’ll have to play serious catch -up since the ladies below are motivated and ready to go! Prizes are based on weekly progress, a few surprises and then the big finish of who met their goal(s) and who totally kicking their ass to the curb.
The Honey Badgers:
I’m an artist and a newly single mom. I’m doing this because I’m tired of seeing these same handful (or bucketful) of pounds hanging around. I will be working out, eating clean, and taking care of my body the way it’s supposed to. My goal is a 14.9% body weight loss in 8 weeks. Yes, I know it’s ambitious, but nothing is worth doing if you aren’t doing it right. This will bring me within a spitting distance of my high school weight, and I’d really like to try on my old high waisted jeans just to see if they fit. Even if I would never wear them in public. Plus, I have a seriously spandex Halloween costume in my mind, and don’t want to be all lumpy, bumpy.
I’m tired of being old and fat, when I used to be the hottest thing in the room. I’m also tired of these skinny flat bellied bitches that make me feel that way. I want to lose 25-35 pounds. I am going to win by eating fucking rabbit food and drinking Metamucel in all my drinks
I’m a mom, photographer and body boarder in Oahu, Hawaii! My goal is to lose at least 20 pounds for my health and my sanity (what’s left of it). I just bought a treadmill so I can run off my Twinkies & Doritos off! Stand back everyone because I am so in this to win it!
I’m a stay at home mom and writer. I want to get down to 125 (-13.5 lbs.). To win, I’m going to do a lot of crystal meth, and start whoring, in hopes of contracting aids so that my body just does the work for me. Because lord knows I can’t stop eating.
Starting today, for the next nine weeks, this young honey badger is going to kick ass and take names on every (well, as many as possible…) unsightly lump, bulge, and excess inch that has accumulated over the past 4 years of college. Eventual goal weight: 115 lbs. That’s a long fucking way to go. I probably should have stopped eating Chipotle three years ago, but that rice… oh god. Goal for this challenge: Let’s say… 21 lbs. That’s reasonable enough, if a little optimistic on a per-week basis. I’ll be tracking food, exercise, and weight on Lose It!
using my fab iPod touch and their free app.
I am 66 years old, I carve and design on real eggs and make jewelry. I am retired and overweight for my 5’1″ body. Yes, I am shrinking. I am doing this just for me, by cutting unwanted calories, like beer, no scratch that, chocolate, ahh that too. OK, I will just exercise more, I’ll ramp up on the walking. That I like to do. Weight loss goal for 8 weeks..15 lbs +
You probably already know WAY more about me than you ever wanted to by now! My goal is to lose 25 lbs. during this challenge. Twenty. Five. I am starting at 225.2 and I’m so excited that I won’t be doing it alone- but I will be doing it sorta hungry! Portion control and Herba Life shakes, walking, bitching, moaning and cussing are my go to weapons. Game on, ladies, the challenge starts NOW! Oh, and because Carrie was the first to register and put her ass on the line with me , she wins the first prize. No, Carrie…it’s not the Coach bag or the shoes…but how about your choice of any 2 O.P.I. nail polish colors?