Well, it's true, isn't it? You have to start somewhere.
And my somewhere (here it is, folks, are you ready?) is a not-so-lovely 140 pounds. I mean, it's kind of a big deal to post that, right? I get it, I'm tall-ish, so it's not that bad. The trainer at the gym when I had a free session told me I'm still in the recommended range for percent body fat, but that I'm on the high end of it, and he recommended I lose about 8 pounds of fat. No big deal, right? (Ha!) I completely know I'm not fat, and I'm not really even overweight, but that's not the point of the Skinny B's, at least not for me.
It's not the pound-age that gets me, it's the how gross I feel sometimes that matters. It's the realizing I've been snacking all day when I'm not even hungry that gets me. It's the overeating and the lack of exercising that makes me feel blah. And it's the part that, even though I am not pregnant, I do look like there's a baby belly brewing in there somewhere. Case in point- here's a picture of me and my friend Kerry (and Stephen). Kerry is actually quite pregnant, but you can't really see that as much in the picture. I am not, but it could look like it...... in fact, I've been asked before!