Fat

Meg and I have been talking about the overeating deal.  I am the heaviest I have ever been in my life.  She is rapidly approaching an unacceptable weight.  We both maintain that we are out of control.  So what's the deal?

My family enjoyed eating.  My parents, both survivors of the Great Depression, endeavored to provide for us.  Wasting food for them was a sin.  Pie crust--delicious!--was made with lard.  Breakfast meals on the weekends were quite fatty, but the standard by which I measure brunch:  sausage or bacon, fried potatoes in some form, eggs however they can be fixed.  Then there is the rest of the day...and the rest of the week. 

Once upon a time, I walked the track at the park with a dear friend of mine...two laps per day, which was about 2 1/2 miles.  Then things got in the way.  Plantar fasciitis for me...and time.  I have steadily gained weight since then.  Meg has been up and down in weight, always a struggle...but when she puts her mind to it, she loses, big time.  So...why are we struggling NOW? 

I am somewhat convinced that, although being fat hurts my self-image more than anything else right now, that it insulates me from relationships.  Meg is considering that, too.  Perhaps we need new motivation.  I don't know.  I DO know that the both of us have to reconsider our motives and figure out what we want out of life.  I need to lose for health reasons.  Now...how to make what I want fit into the "what I need" category!

This isn't a good time to start a diet...but whenever is it a good time??

Santa Claus is watching.  I need to be good!