Most people talk about that single moment in which the knew they were fat. I've had many moments, but ignored each one. It wasn't until I was walking down the hall at work did I realize I was fat. The hallway is narrow (but plenty of room for two normal-sized people) and my co-worker seeing the fatty I am, backed up because she knew we both couldn't fit side-by side in the hallway. Until that moment, I didn't realize I required so much S P A C E.
Let the boot camps begin! Imagine waking up at 5am to attend a 6am boot camp rain or shine. I could barely jog fifty feet. The trainer was gracious and allowed me to modify many of the exercises. Bless his heart. I felt my big ass jiggling and my boobs barely contain themselves in TWO sports bras. I had one hand holding my ass and the other hand holding my boobs. I was so uncomfortable. I thought about all the nights sitting on the couch snacking on tubs of rice pudding. I won't lie and say I don't eat a lot or that I am a vegetarian.
