Introduction: the dangers of free time and the internet

I'm dizzy with excitement. I'm feeling light headed with the power of blogging to the WHOLE world. MMmmmmwwwhhhhaaaaa...hhh.

OR, maybe I'm dizzy because I'm trying to diet. Emphasis on TRYING. This is new to me. I'm not huge. I'm not even what most people would call fat. But I've managed to put on an extra ten pounds that muffin-tops over my favorite jeans and buldges through my form-fitting Target T-shirts.

Aging SUCKS, but then I'm not telling most of you anything new. I'm in my late 40s and GONE are the days of snarfing down pizza with impunity, fries with freedom, and goulash with gusto. (I never actually ate goulash, but I needed a "G" food -- y'all can give me better ideas in the comments.) I think the last straw was finding out I couldn't squeeze into my cute Seven for All Mankind jeans and having to buy new jeans to cover my fat, dimply, ass, thighs and stomach. I am sad and mad and I refuse to give in to middle-age fatness and old lady jeans without a fight. So, here it is. I'm going to kick my own fat ass in 30 days. My goal is to get to 105 (I'm only 5'2" and 120 lbs), but I'll settle for losing 10 pounds.

Rather than reinvent the wheel, or my own ramblings (I actually started this diet crap on Monday and it's now Thursday, October 8, 2009), I'm going to post the status reports I previously sent to those lucky few friends who've been with me from the beginning of my annoying little experiment.

Oh, and thank my sister, Kathy, who suggested I should blog about this!!!!