Slenderized - A Dieter’s Journey

Everyone calls me Slim. Not necessarily because I am, but because it’s what I hope to be. I want to lose weight and Slenderized is where I’ll write about the journey.

Why do I want to lose weight? To get a man and be the envy of every woman who crosses my path — all the wrong reasons, I know, but I’ve made peace with it.

When I’m slenderized, I plan to flaunt my hot ass body in front of every man and woman who falls in my line of sight and make them want me or want to be me. (Okay, I probably won’t, but knowing that I could is great motivation.)

In early 2006, I attended a business convention. While browsing all the different booths, one promoter gave me a t-shirt. Later that year (about 6 months later), I attended the same conference and the same promoter gave me another t-shirt, except this time around, he handed me an X-Large. That put things in perspective — it’s when I realized I needed to lose weight because other people could see my fat.

Now, when I really really realized I needed to lose weight, another 6 months had gone by and I stepped on the scale; it smacked me in the face with a giant red 203 (pounds). I would have crumbled into a puddle of self-loathing had it not been for the fear of breaking something. For the past 4 years (moreso in the past 6 months), I was living in a delusional state of denial.

I knew, consciously, that I had put on some weight, but in my mind’s eyes, I still had my slim dancer’s body. In my delusional state, the amount of weight gained was only about 10 or 20 pounds, but the reality was much more bleak — 50 pounds. Damn, it hurt just typing that number.

Now that the fog of denial has been lifted from my eyes, I understand why people say ignorance is bliss. But, at some point I need to take charge of my life and that sometime is now.