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This time last year I weighed in at a whopping 327 pounds. That surprises the few people I've had the courage to tell about my weight. One year later and I'm still pushing 280 despite "trying hard....for real this time". The truth is, I haven't been trying hard at all. Most days I go about my daily life blissfully ignoring the fact I'm obese. I ignore the stares I get walking down the street, I pretend my shortness of breath is just due to a cold and not my completely inept cardiovascular system, and I rarely, if ever, fly into a crying jag or panic about my growing size.

If I continue in this state of ignorance I can keep going about my life focusing on other things: my career, my husband, my dog, my new home and what's for dinner? I don't have to think about things like the possibility of diabetes, my inability to have a child in the forseeable future and my general poor quality of life.

Ignorance is bliss.

Scratch that. Ignorance was bliss.

You see, my plan is to use this blog to help me confront and remedy my situation. For a long list of reasons (which I'll spare you right now), I have decided to finally take off the blinders and get on track to a healthier lifestyle. It's not just about weight loss. It's not just about exercise. It's about seriously adjusting the way I live my life, including my attitude, my relationships and my behaviour.

I've always been prone to writing. I'm a chronic list maker, journal writer and general sponge for all things literary. It's only natural that I want to document this change to my lifestyle. This blog should serve as a constant reminder of my goals, accomplishments, set-backs and of course...progress.

Here we go...