A New Year, A New Day

The new year seems to be a time of assessment. Everyone is looking back on the year before, realizing an entire year of life is gone forever. We assess - am I happy with me, am I where I want to be? Suffice it to say, if you are a fat person, invariably the answer is NO.

Well, "Hello, my name is F.A.T. girl and I am a fat person." Writing that feels a bit like the opening to an AA meeting. As it should I suppose. I am a fat person anonymous.

I decided to start this blog to explore and support lifestyle choices and changes. I decided to keep it anonymous so I could be as brutally honest as my journey requires. (And I can be brutal.) But as well, I've had enough therapy to know that the sorry details are of little consequence. My struggles and unhealthy patters are actually rather universal.

Last year I tried starting a journal. I called it Fits and Starts. After a few months and very few entries I ended it as follows:

"I think I need to rename this document 'Fats and Rolls.' Nuf said."

Invariably.

So this year, I'm taking a more public (even if no one reads this) and committed approach - I'm blogging. No private, hidden, secret, pretend endeavor this time. This time my effort is out in the world.

And just to keep the journey and my attention focused on the positive, I'll disclose right up front - F.A.T. stands for "fit, active and trim." That's where my attention goes from here on out. For those times I roll around in my history of lard - my mean brothers actually called me Larda as a child - it will be to explore the pains and barriers that keep regular old fat shrouding my light and bogging down the grace of my movement.