In 18 minutes from the time that I start writing this I will have officially made it through my first day of the new life. It’s strange, I felt like something should be different about me today, like I should have suddenly sprouted antennae or something crazy like that. I just felt my head and no antennae… oh well, maybe tomorrow.

I went back and forth today between feelings of excitement: sitting in choir thinking to the class (because they can totally read my mind) “You guys have no idea, in a few months, I’ll be totally different. You’ll all see and be afraid to comment because of the social stigma on discussing weight in public or with mere acquaintances. Later in the day my feelings were mostly along the lines of: SUGAR WITHDRAWALS SUCK!

It was very much a back and forth. I am feeling much more hungry than I feel like I should as well. I think that a lot of it is just because I am focusing on food.

Weekly Goal: Just get through it

Stats: (The Juicy Part)
Week 1
Height: 5′ 5″
Start Weight: 296 lbs or 134.26kg or 21.14 stone or 2.246709195e-23 Earth’s Mass
Current Weight: 296 lbs or 134.26kg or 21.14 stone or 2.246709195e-23 Earth’s Mass

Waist: 53.5 inches
Hips: 61 inches
Bust: 45.5 inches
Resting Heart Rate: 56bmp
BMI: 49.3

It looks like I already need to revamp some of my goals. My heart rate is right where it needs to be. Yay for a healthy heart!

I take a strange, twisted, and smug pleasure in the fact that my BMI categorized me as Morbidly Obese. It make me want to do a little dance and say, “Yeah but I’m still alive and kicking so suck it!” It doesn’t really make any sense (can you say coping mechanism?) I just feel like I am defying the label just by being alive. Woot.

Time for sleep now…