About

This is a blog about weight and gravity and the courage to find peace.

I’ll talk about weight loss a lot, and because of that you’ll be tempted to think that this is a weight loss blog, but the reality is that it’s not. It’s a blog about my struggle to overcome the worst of me to save me. Call it an inventory, call it cheap therapy, call it blather – call it whatever you’d like.

In the end, this blog is mostly for my own benefit, and hopefully one or two of you will get something out of it too.

Who I am:

I’m a professionally successful woman in her mid-30’s battling a lifelong struggle with obesity and body image. I have recently begun to understand that nothing short of lifelong vigilance will get and keep me healthy.

I have a collection of things that help me be fat. A thyroid problem, insulin resistance, poly-cystic ovaries, sleep apnea, social anxiety, a bit of OCD,  a long legacy of seriously problematic food behaviours and an extended, bloody war with my body that’s full of hate and spite.

In the end though, I’m lucky enough to have a wonderful partner in crime, a talented mind and a safe and comfortable home. That makes me luckier than 95% of the people on the planet, so I’m not complaining (too much).

In May 2009 I hit my highest weight and lowest point: 415 pounds. At least I’m estimating it there. My extended weight scale couldn’t weight me anymore.   By the time I started this blog I’d cut 10% of that. I’m hoping that’s a drop in the bucket, but like I said: this blog is not about weight loss.

Disclaimers & Notes:

• I was inspired to begin this blog after reading the brave chronicle over at Escape from Obesity. if you’re at all interested in what I have to say, you should read Lyn.
• This blog is moderated. I’ll delete any and all comments that don’t help me move forward. Don’t expect any apologies for that, you won’t get any.
• I might talk about things that make you uncomfortable. Hell, some of the things I write will make me uncomfortable. I’m learning that sometimes comfort is the enemy. I might swear, discuss naughty things, or be political. I’ll write at my own risk, and let you read at yours.
• I’m not going to post photos, even to show my progress, likewise, I’m not going to use my real name. Don’t bother asking for them.