In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. A couple of years later he created me. And, I'm pretty sure He is saying, "What have you done with your creation!"

I am 29 years old, 5'8" and 169 pounds. (Rounding is not important when it comes to pounds. Especially my pounds.) I have been married to my high school sweetheart for seven years and we have a son, Marley, who is six and a daughter, Grace, who is four. In all actuality, we have it pretty good. A lot of it has to do with the fact that we live around our families who offer us tons of help. I honestly don't know how parents raise kids without the help of their families. My prayers go out to you! Anyway, we both have jobs and are able to pay our bills. What more could I ask for?

Somewhere in there I have lost control of my body. I have high blood pressure and anxiety which I currently take medication for. I also have an umbilical hernia. The weight I carry around my mid-section is not helping these three areas in which I'm struggling. My doctor has continually been telling me to lose weight for three years and I've been trying off and on. I don't even think I'm that bad off. Am I?  I feel like I am someone who knows how to make smart food choices. Therefore, the only thing I was missing was some exercise, right? Voila! Skinny town!

Not so much.

I spent a little time beating myself up and wondering, "Why can't you do this on your own?" And asking, "What is wrong with you?" I think that only made me eat more and give up on exercise altogher. So, this past Thursday, I decided to sign up for Weight Watchers. I know several friends and family members that have found success with the program. The only thing that was holding me back was my pride. I had to finally confess that I could not do this alone. I need outside help.

I'm so tired of not wanting to go to the pool or beach with my family. I'm so tired of tight clothes that aren't supposed to be tight. I'm tired of guessing, "Is that person staring at my fat rolls? Do I look ridiculous?" I am embarassed to say that sometimes I wear an outfit that I don't want to sit down in because my stomach sticks out. Does Tracy even find me sexy anymore? Are my kids going to adopt my bad habits? And, before I start hating all of my skinny friends, I deserve to give it a good effort!

I thought blogging about this journey would be a good way to stay motivated, give me someone other than myself to answer to and maybe help motivate someone else!

I am going to try to be honest here. I'm going to blog what I've eaten for breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner and be open with my thoughts.

Then, when it comes to The Final Fit, we're going to celebrate! Are you on board?