w00t w00t booyah

I grew up tiny. I walked into high school at 5'3" and 70 lbs. I've been 5'6" and 95, and stayed pretty close to that until I hit my thirties. Now - it's taken me over thirty years to get up to where I am (and I'm almost twenty down from my high point of 183), but it's coming off faster than it went on - thank ghad - but it shows that I was really teeny growing up, and I'm not going to be able to cheat at this point. BP and cholesterols are both up (not dangerous, up) and I don't see a good reason to argue with someone I pay a whole lotta money to for his opinion.

What I can't get my head around is the "appearance = affluence" thang that keeps running around the popular culture. I've quit trying. I was rail-thin most of my adolescence and twenties - IT SUCKED. I wasn't pretty, I wasn't popular, I got sick at the drop of a hat and bruised myself sitting on roller-coasters - I got tossed around that much. I had all the sex appeal of a stick of chewing gum.

I'm doing this because my doctor wants it and it makes sense. Clothes aren't going to magically start fitting better and I'm not going to get gorgeous all of a sudden. I'm going to be smaller. Period.