The cold hard truth.

Today was the first day, of the second week of boot camp. Today was nothing but tough. My bones ache and the urge to burst into tears came more than once. I'm totally out of shape and my body wants to do nothing but quit - but that's definitely not an option.

I'm down a little more than a pound from last week and I've got a long way to go. How long? Well here's the cold hard truth: today I weigh 248lbs. Yep - 248lbs. I'm a size 22-24 and considered morbidly obese. I outweigh your boyfriend, your best friend, your dad and most players in the NFL. Needless to say, I've got some goals to accomplish. Here's what I have in mind:

1. 20 pounds gone. I carry two 20 pound weighs during a portion of my cardio at boot camp. That's an amazing amount of weight and I'd be thrilled to get rid of that kind of baggage. Once I'm down 20, I'll go for another 20.

2. A friend asked my what goal size was and when I was last at that size. Good question - I'd love to be a 14/16 and I haven't been that size since I was single - almost 8 years ago. Once I hit that size I'm going to reward myself - big time.

3. This is what I'd like to look like in a swimsuit:

4. My 12 weeks of boot camp ends one week before my 28th birthday. My plan by then? A healthier body and a dress to put even Miss Monroe to shame. 

Well, there's the cold hard truth. I've got a long road to go and there's no sense in looking back, because I'm not headed in that direction.

*MUAH*