Here I go.

When I turned 40, I decided to start a new chapter in my life.  I was tired, overweight and worn out.  I went to San Francisco for my birthday and loved every minute of it.  When I went to visit Alcatraz, I realized I was going to have to climb 13 stories to get to the cell house.  It was not easy.  It was hard and painful, but I did it.  I huffed and puffed all the way to the top.  When I got home I looked at the pictures of myself and did not like how I looked in them.  I guess you never really see yourself as you appear to others.
When I got back to Texas, I switched doctors and I loved her.  She gave me a sense of hope that I had not had in several years.  She told me I had to lose weight or I was going to die.  She hooked me up with a nutritionist.  Before I had ever meet her, I started calling her "The Food Nazi."  I now call her TFN for short.
Was I excited to see her? NO!  Was I happy that I was going to have to change my life style? NO!  Was I determined that I was going to listen to her and do what she told me?  YES!  Has it been easy?  Not in the beginning and sometimes it still sucks, but I am doing it.  I am succeeding and I have even taken up jogging.  Yes this fat girl can jog.
Here are a couple of things I have learned about myself since starting:
1. I had to do it for myself.  I cannot do it for anybody else or because someone is demanding that I do it.
2. I have to have a support system.  I have my friends, family, and TFN in my corner cheering me on.
3. I am capable of more than I ever thought I was.
4. Exercise stinks in the beginning, but will become addicting if you give it a chance.
5. I am good enough, I am smart enough, and doggoneit  people like me. (Stuart Smally)  I have realized that I am all of those things.  I love me and if you don't then you are missing out on a great person.

Peace out peeps.  I will update more later.