Hey all you out there! My name is Tiffany and this is my first blog. I have named my blog the fat chronicles because I, like a bunch of people, have problems with my weight. This blog is going to honest, blunt, and harsh at times but I felt the need to share my story as I try to lose weight and conquer that little demon voice in my head telling me I will never lose weight and will stay fat. If I ever offend anyone...sorry....do not read my blog then! :) This will be like my journal, if you will, of how I am feeling about my body, my workouts, and trying to stay on track with eating healthy. I try to stay positive about weight loss but sometimes I need to vent and say how I am really feelings about it. I will start by telling you about myself and the dreaded bathing suit incident.

I am 195 pounds, 28 years old, and I am about 5'8''. I have been married for 5 years (in August) to an amazing man who still find me attractive and still wants to procreate with me. Why? No idea. I wouldn't want to procreate with myself! Anyways, last night I was feeling a bit stressed out so my husband talked me into going swimming. Now it was just going to be the two of us and he has seen me naked and what my body looks like but I tried on three bathing suits before being remotely comfortable. Even then I was not comfortable. I had such a complex of how fat I looked in the swimming suit that my anxiety skyrocketed. I finally decided to wear a one piece (duh!) and enjoyed myself. I got so angry with myself that I started making jokes about myself to try and make me feel better. I felt like I was a sausage to be honest.

So on to today. I did my hour long workout with my awesome trainer Sara. She kicked my butt and I actually did better than I thought I would. I was self-conscious about myself when I got there even though I was wearing a baggy shirt. Doesn't matter what I wear actually. I never feel completely comfortable and I hate that! I am pissed off, angry, upset, and disappointed in myself. I cannot believe I let myself get this big. That is changing. I am starting a new diet plan...so far I cut out potatoes and corn and I am going to start counting calories. I ate a small baked chicken breast and a small salad today for lunch so I did good with that. Granted, this is only day one of being back to working out in a month and a half but I believe it is a good start.

Those extra rolls I have, the cottage cheese butt, the neck rolls, and the dimples in my legs will no longer take control of my life. I am ready to feel comfortable in my own skin and believe my husband when he tells me I am sexy. I haven't decided if this will be a daily thing (no promises) but I will write when I have my workout days or when I am feelings like I need to vent. I have a new saying...Mad at the fat! My new mantra. I am mad at the fat and I want it gone! If you are in this same journey as me, please feel free to share your story. I would love to connect with those going through the same thing as me and who are MAD AT THE FAT!

God bless you and your weight loss journey.