Two thousand seven found me becoming the fattest I have ever been. I have been disgusted with myself for months. However, due to serious time constraints and over-scheduling, I have been too exhausted and busy to find the time to fit exercise into my daily routine.
This weekend, I noticed my rolls of fat now touch each other. It is a feeling that grosses me out.
And so begins my quest to get rid of my fat back, and everything else.
I have made a commitment with another friend to obtain an exercise goal by May.
How can my husband find me the least bit attractive when I am nothing but a disgusting blob?
