Drastic times..

There isn't a pillow big enough to hide the fact that I'm twice the girl I was only a few years ago. I have an entire closet of clothes that are too tiny that I someday hope to fit into again.

The sad part is, I really try to eat healthy. Whole wheat breads and pastas, a variety of vegetables, and occasionally fruit. I don't eat at fast food joints, I stopped drinking sodas and other high calorie drinks years ago, I avoid junk food, and contrary to the photo, I am far from a couch potato.

That said, I do have a desk job staring at a computer for hours on end. I don't go out for lunch, and tend to eat a granola bar to tide me over until dinner. I stopped exercising over a year ago, to focus on conceiving, and instead the only thing I've managed to accomplish is baby weight without a baby. I have become another statistic--FAT.

My husband has remained the same weight most of his life, +/- 5 lbs. No diets, no avoidance of foods, just good DNA. Unfortunately, I am not blessed with his genes.

The sad part is, I continue to think of myself as thin and pretty. That is until I have a photograph taken and realize that my perception may be a bit skewed.

So on Monday, I'm starting a diet and exercise program. Hopefully this will help my vision and that of the camera match, and I'll be back to my smaller self in no-time.