Ah the pressure of a opening post. Revealing yet self conscious at the same time.
Let's set the mood shall we? I'll start by sharing a little about who I am. A forty something professional who is only just realising what she wants to be when she grows up, just call me a late bloomer, one of the by-products of the whole growing up process is that you begin to realise not only who you want to be but the flipside is who you don't want to be. I've realised that I don't want to be the Fat Chick any longer.
I'm a very private person so sharing is akin to me opening a vein and serving refreshments for the Undead Class Reunion, oh, and asking for help is a near impossibility.
I'm a moderately intelligent woman so I already know the mechanics of what needs to be done to achieve a healthy lifestyle, what I need to come to grips with is emotionally, how to put into place the tools that will get me where I need to be. Consistently my efforts to change are futile against my self sabotage. I really rock the whole self sabotage gig.
Hence me fleeing to the anonymity of Blog Land.
So welcome to my Nightmare