Talk Your Chub to Death

When I was a kid I worried that the day would come when there would be nothing left to talk about. Now that I am an adult who almost made a living on the radio I realize there will ALWAYS be something to talk about... that is until it is time to write in your blog.

I'm a little surprised my writer's block hasn't hit before now. I did realize something kind of cool though as I was trying to think about what to write about. Each day when I sit to write I think "now what do I have to say that is relevant to my fitness goal? Sometimes it is food. Sometimes it is Zumba. Sometimes it is farts and wedgies (there is no accounting for class here...).

I've been receiving some compliments lately on how much I've lost and when I tell people 30lbs they always ask "how are you doing it?" The last answer they expect is "I write about it" but that's the one they get. No fad diet here, I just talk my chub to death.  And I really think it works. There is something therapeutic about putting the struggles down in words. It makes me feel like I'm not in this whole thing alone but it means I don't ACTUALLY have to sit and have a conversation with someone about losing weight because, honestly, that is pretty uncomfortable. This blog gives me a chance to say my piece without worrying about the usual rules of a conversation. 

I really like having a place to go to express what I'm going through. It really has made me stick to changing my life instead of falling back into habits that were not good for me. I like that I am becoming someone that enjoys my morning walks or a good workout. I like that I am not the only one that thinks this blog was ultimately a great idea. 

Thank you for reading and in turn supporting me. I hope that in the next 333 days we'll laugh more and lose more! 

<3
Katie
Day 333
183lbs
Feeling grateful



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