Intro Post - 9/5/13

I'm Erin Burke. My husband is Tim. We have two dogs, Andy and Linus.

Introductions? Complete.

So I have to lose weight. A lot of weight. Presently, I weigh about 430 pounds. That's 3.83 Nicole Ritchies. (And that's probably not at her scary skinny weight...)

To be not "overweight," I need to weigh 159 lbs. That's a huge amount of difference. Also I'm 27, so I'm sure my skin will be a disaster after this. I know people keep saying it will come back, but it probably won't. Maybe if you lose a hundred pounds... But I need to lose like 300 pounds.  I want to have kids, but it's not even safe for me to carry a baby at this weight. Which just makes me sad - I mean it's not like I haven't known that I need to lose weight, I've been well aware the whole dang time. But, I haven't lost weight, I've just kept on putting it on.

Why now? Lemme tell you a little story. I went back to school this semester after losing my job. I was complacent there, and even though I had some bad feelings about being let go, I needed a kick in the butt to get my life moving. So most of my classes are online, but on Wednesday nights, I go to Government class. This isn't usually a big deal, I like the teacher (a lot). He's funny and smart and engaging. So that's not the issue. They have those desks that the chair and the desktop are attached in the LA building. So the horror here is that someone at some point before yesterday switched the normal desk with one with a chair and desk separate.

This wouldn't mean anything to a normal person, but I'm not a normal person. I'm Super Obese. In case you're interested, there's normal, overweight, obese, morbidly obese, then me. I have to lose 175 pounds before I'm even morbidly obese.  (More than 1.5 Nicole Ritchies, I might add.)

BMI Info Chart:
121-159 - Normal (19-25 BMI)
159-191 - Overweight (25-30 BMI)
191-223 - Obese (30-35 BMI)
223-255 - Morbidly Obese (35-40 BMI)
255+      - Super Obese (more than 40 BMI)

So, to me, the desk meant that the Government teacher that I like (a lot) may have ordered me a desk after watching me cram my fat between the preset chair desk too many times. Which sucks.  Maybe this is just a coincidence, but it stings too much to have been. It wasn't his fault by any means. Watching me perform most menial tasks is a gross spectacle anyway.  No part of me is surprised that this happened, I guess, but it doesn't take away the sting.

Now please don't think that I'm a sad sack who hates herself. I am thankful for kicks in the butt. I need to be pushed or I don't make changes. So here we go. Changing.