Reality Check

I am obese. That's the painful truth I tried to ignore a thousand times. The pictures show it, and that's the truth that stares me in the face every time I look at the mirror. But let's not be melodramatic.

The fact that I'm obese doesn't stop me from being happy. I have a loving husband and a pretty daughter, and though my mother isn't too happy with my weight, I think my parents did a wonderful job in raising a daughter who, despite being obese, still manages to find confidence. And that confidence will lead me to achieve my dream of being fit.

Let me lay my cards on the table. When I had an awakening in the first week of February, I weighed a whooping 184 pounds! This was how I looked last Christmas:

I was so mad at my husband for not taking the time to think of framing. I thought, I look so fat in this picture. But, nothing could be farther from the truth. I am fat. The picture doesn't lie.

I also took my measurement before I started going to the gym again. At 184 pounds, here's my vital statistics: 39.5 - 39 - 42 ... not exactly a bikini body huh?

For the longest time, I have avoided looking at the numbers. I hated the numbers, so I refused to look at them. It must have been years since I last weighed myself and took my measurement. Now, I have to face the painful truth, because now, I am willing to change it.