I’m overweight.

Apparently I hide it well, and I’m not at the point where I cry when I look at myself in the mirror naked, but the fact of the matter is I’m 15lbs over what I should be to fall into the healthy BMI range. During the 7 weeks that my body decided to go all loopy and have a ridiculously long period, yes, that was what Let’s see how vague I can be about this was about, I gained 20 pounds.

As you can tell, if you took the time to do the math, I was only 5lbs under the limit for a healthy BMI as it was. Even at that point I would have liked to lose some of the poundage. Now, I would love to get back to my high school weight… I’m sure a lot of us would, but let’s face it... I don’t have first period aerobics with twelvedaysold or birdy anymore.

Up until my doctor’s appointment last Thursday, I was in denial about keeping that weight. In my head, I was slowly losing the weight and just merrily thrumming along blissfully unaware that there was no change whatsoever. But when I stepped on the scale and saw the black numbers on their green backlit screen… I had only lost 2lbs. That’s nothing to be proud of, I can fluctuate either way by a few pounds throughout the day… regardless of what that scale said. I was still sitting at the weight I’d been at during my last visit… three months ago.

So, I’ve made the decision. I’m going to actually work at it. Once I figure out exactly how I’m going to attack it, I’ll let you know. But for now, I’ve made the conscious decision to start. And I’ve told you about it – which hopefully will hold me accountable.