Everyone remember's their first time

Well this is the first blog (and we've yet to see if there will be more).  I've never really been into journals (even though I tried), blogs or diaries.  My wife say's I should try it.  So here I go trying it.  And here's my first (of hopefully more than one) random thought.

I've been against joining this program for a little while now and I finally yielded to my wife's plea to join so as to help her with her own struggles.  Before I became a member, I was not the most supportive (not on purpose mind you, I always tried to be good, but I was weak).  Now that we're both members (and now paying twice as much a month) there is an accountability that was lacking.

I always saw it as more of a woman's thing (and if you've ever read any of the literature, you'd see a good 95% of the pictures are of women, so I can't totally be blamed for being unsophisticated, but I'll get into that more later) but I have to say that I've decided to bite the bullet and I'm gonna give it the ol' college try.  I have tried to do the program before, but not officially.  My wife has been an on-and-off-er for a little while now, so I'd just read her material, count my points, watched what I was eating (both content and portion-wise), and record my exercise and activities.

Unfortunately, that was a point in my life when I had the time and inclination to do so.  Then, it seemed like an effort to get my butt off the couch when I wasn't working, 'cause work would kick my rear-end and portion control has NEVER been a priority.  I've always had eyes bigger than my stomach and bitten off more than I could chew (pun intended).  That and I'm (a little) cheap and find it very hard to waste any food.  You add all that stuff up (the laziness, and the greediness) and it's not a good sum.

However, I'm now the heaviest I've ever been and I'm embarrassed to wear anything that is not loose and baggy, lest my true body shape show through.  We've got children and I want to be able to run and play with them.  I don't want them to be embarrassed of their father.  I want them to be able to look at their dad and say "That, there is MY dad, and he's awesome!"  I want to live a long and happy life.  I don't want any complications of health due to my own stupidness and laze.

Anyway, enough of the heavy stuff (pun intended), this doesn't have to be a (totally) miserable experience.  Let's have some fun with this and see if it really is gonna be new day.