And So It Begins . . .

So I have been in denial for quite sometime. Denial not only about my weight, but about getting older and all the fun stuff that age brings. I kept telling myself I had good genes and that I "watched" what I ate.
I was especially disturbed after recently visiting some friends in Boston and seeing photos of myself after the trip. No denying it - it's not just a big butt or some flabby arms - I have rolls and they look god-awful.
The straw that broke the camel's back for me was when I was exploring the Weight Watcher's site yesterday, I took my BMI test and the results were OBESE. I just stared at that word. OBESE.
That one word did it for me.