You mean french fries don't count as a vegetable!?

So here's the thing. I'm 26 years old, recently married to the 32 year old man of my dreams - and we're fat. Brian likes to say we're "Obeast" - sweet, right?

At my current 215 lbs - I've got to do something. My dad always tells me to get the weight off when I'm young because it just keeps getting harder as I grow older - I hate to admit it, but he's right. I sit 90% of the time at work - and I'm sure not going out and getting a job that requires a ton of physical labor any time soon, so I assume this is the lifestyle I'll need to get used to - and my current lifestyle will need to make a few changes.

First thing's first - I've gotta move. Coming home, sitting on my butt and watching TV or sitting at the computer needs to be a thing of the past. I went to the gym at 5:30 this morning and survived - I'm hoping it'll become a habit, however, I've never liked AM workouts before; I'm not really sure why I'm thinking this might be a good idea. We'll just have to see how this works out. I'll keep it up as long as I can or until I start falling asleep at my desk. Whichever comes first.

As you might be able to tell by the title of this blog - I have a bit of a love for french fries. If I'm having a bad day, my boss, husband and friends know that an order of french fries will turn my frown upside down. I'm a little P.O.ed that I'm hooked on something so incredibly unhealthy. Oven fries aren't the same, so go ahead and hold on to that little suggestion you've got running around in your brain. I want my fries crispy from a nice soak in some bubbly fat. Bonus points if they're covered in cheese and served with ranch dressing.


It's my goal to help improve Brian's health as I improve mine. He's been diagnosed with high cholesterol and sleep apnea at 32 (!!!!) and I'm hoping to keep him around and torture him with my love and affection for another 50 years, so I'll be slowly but surely introducing new food items in our household. My husband is notorious for the phrase "potatoes/corn are vegetables!" and he pretty much hates anything green. I plan to change that.

I guess this blog is going to chronicle my life without fries (okay, who am I kidding? My life with fewer fries) and my journey to fit comfortably back in to my Lucky Jeans. All right, gut. IT'S ON.

Hasta la vista...blubber.

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