Greetings

I am fat.
I have been fat since I was a child.
At this rate, I will be fat until the day I die, which will most likely be due to obesity-related disease.

I have tried to lose weight more times than I can count. Usually I can shed a few kilos but fall off the bandwagon for various reasons:

• I hate to exercise. Hate hate hate hate hate. Honestly, I would rather drop dead of obesity than exercise. 
• I enjoy food, especially fattening food. I don't like the idea of having to live my whole life eating only salad and chicken breast, but apparently that's the way it needs to be if I want to avoid diabetes. 
• I can't afford healthy food, and I don't have time to cook it. It's very easy to say "eat chicken breast and a pile of broccoli", but my budget only allows for spaghetti with salt.

I have considered bariatric surgery, but:

  a) I don't like needles, let alone knives and catheters; and
  b) I'm embarrassed to take time off work for fat surgery.

Listen, I need to lose a good 30-40 kg or else I'm going to die. So maybe with your encouragement, dear reader, I might stand a chance. Well, probably not, but what have I got to lose?

From now on, I'm going to blog everything that goes into my mouth, and you can shame me when I slip up.

So far today, I had a cup of coffee with milk, and a handful of cornflakes straight from the box into my mouth. Breakfast of Champions.

By the way, my inspiration for this blog is the fantastic celebrity blog The Heart of the Matter, which addresses all life threatening issues, such as open heart surgery for infants and "business trips" to Brazil.