Honest truth:

  I'm overweight.  Yikes.  If you've seen me over the last couple of years this won't come as a suprise to you.  You've seen me afterall.  And if that's the case, you probably didn't need to read that, but I think I needed to write it.  I've been running now for a couple of years and it's only been up until recently that I've started using the word "fat" to describe myself.  Please don't take that as a negative self depracating sort of thing, it's the honest truth.  What good is knowing this truth about myself and choosing to do nothing?  What kind of life am I leading if I can become complacent with the way I treat myself?
  For a very long time I tried to get comfortable in my skin at this new weight.  I just can't.  I know a lot of ladies out there are comfortable being plus sized and I just don't know how.  It's easy to shrug off a plate of pasta alfredo (oh how I miss you, alfredo!!) or a value meal, but it's added up to me to be horribly uncomfortable and I want to be happy and healthy.  In order to accomplish that, I've decided to fight.
  I've picked a fight with carbs.  I've had a couple of minor self-induced slip-ups in the last couple of weeks since I started fighting with carbs but I'm still ahead.  I'm also fighting with beer.  I'm winning that fight, too.  No matter how satisfying a nice ale is right after a long run *sigh*.
  I consulted with a doctor, started some new medication to get my insulin in motion (see Paula Deen -- down to a size 10.  REALLY?!??  I can't let Paula Deen be thinner than me.  Can't.)  I've started putting some more variation into my exercise routine since running long distances several times a week in conjunction with the extra weight has ended in injury.
  I'm staying below 1,200 calories/day.  I'm staying below 100g carbs/day (ideally around 50 g).  I'm using http://caloriecount.about.com/ to track my foods.  Theres been some days when I even have a hard time getting over 900 calories.  Interestingly enough, I can bake potatoes for the rest of my family and enjoy the meat & veggies on my plate without feeling like I need a potatoe (serving of rice, bread, pasta whatevs) too. 
  I'm two weeks into this journey as of yesterday.  I'm not perfect at this, but I'm eating so much better than I ever have.  Now the challenge will be hitting the "post" button.  I'm going to feel  downright naked when this is posted.  But I won't LOOK naked.  That's what's important.  I want more than anything to just sustain the forward progress I've made so far.  Two weeks = 10 lbs down so far.