The Thin Enigma

If you're like me and you've been overweight your entire life, you're a little skittish about being skinny. Clearly thin is the goal of my gym membership and my calorie counting, but what does thin mean? Less poundage, smaller clothes, fewer comments from my father, and longer life for the soles of my shoes... check. But, who is skinny me? Fat has seemingly always been an integral part of my personality. I always had to be a little bit wittier and my personality had to be as large as my ass to compensate for my unsightly physique.

So if and when I lose the weight, will I remain bawdy and outspoken? Or will my need to talk over people and express my cynical sentiments be negated? Will I suddenly find myself content with my voyage in life merely because I find my vessel a little lighter? What does thin even feel like? I fear I may miss the comfort of my malleable fluffy body. Sinew and bones, while more attractive, seem less forgiving. Hopefully, lean will be less confusing as it becomes more of a reality.

An Explanation..

While I'm not certain anyone will ever actually read this, I feel compelled to state my reason for starting this very self indulgent blog.

On January 1st, 2009 like so many people worldwide, I decided to make some changes in my life. So, I threw away the last cigarette in my pack, unsmoked, and purged my refrigerator and cabinets of their fatty inhabitants. Also, I made sure to inform everyone in my life that I was going to change. I was going to become a skinny non-smoker instead of a corpulent cancer candidate.

Well, one month, seven days, twenty-two pounds, and zero cigarettes later, I'm stuck. So I figure, at the very least, writing about how and why I'm doing this will keep me occupied through my cravings for MacDonald's and menthols. And if I'm lucky, maybe I'll figure out just what to do next on the road to thin.