I’m at my wit’s end with this stupid weight loss battle. I’m tired of losing my speed after the first few weeks of each new diet. I’m tired of the debates in my head over being a BBW and how my self-image is impacted by social norms. I’m tired of having to pay way more money to buy clothes that don’t make me look like a middle-aged soccer mom that shops at Wal-mart.

But mostly, I’m just tired of feeling fat more often than not. I want to feel strength in my muscles that are currently being strained by the sheer weight they’re carrying. I want to dance with the rhythm that I know I have without all my flab coming in a whole beat behind! I want to pay 10 dollars for a pair of jeans on sale from whatever store I walk into instead of having to buy it offline for $50 (and usually returning it because it doesn’t fit right anyway!)

After three other diet attempts this year with my girlfriend, I reluctantly agreed to join her in the new Weight Watchers program at work. I’m not gung-ho about it at all, but I do want to feel healthier and I’m willing to give it a try. I’m bound and determined to win, actually.

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