I’m ba-ack

Well, it’s been a while–almost a whole year, to be exact–and yes, I’m still fat.

I don’t really have a good excuse for not posting–or losing the chub–over the past year. Yes, I’ve been busy with work, freelance work, wedding planning and buying a house (!), but I thrive on working myself into the ground. It’s just how I roll.

Truth be told, I can attribute part of it to some medical issues I’ve been dealing with, but that’s a lame excuse and I won’t bore you with details. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

I’m heading full-swing into fat-busting once again so I don’t have to waddle down the aisle in September, and boy, do I have my work cut out for me. I reached an all-time high of 260 pounds, meaning I had literally doubled in size since high school. Ugh, I know.


Since January 5, I’ve lost almost 13 pounds, simply by eating healthy and exercising again. My goal is to lose 60 pounds by the time my wedding rolls around, which I think is more than reasonable in eight months. In related news, no more nacho pig-out fests for me in the foreseeable future.

I’m back, bitches. You ready for me?


And so it begins…

It finally happened.

I officially weigh 100 pounds more than I did in high school.

It pains me to write those words; it really does. And while there are a number of factors that contributed to that shudder-inducing number on the scale (229.6, ugh), I really don’t have one legitimate excuse as to why I have gained the equivalent of an entire person in eight years.

I’m an only child and very much a perfectionist (these two things are not mutually exclusive), so I’m embarrassed that I’ve let myself gain this much weight. Sure, I’ve lost pounds here and there, but I’ve always gained them back as soon as there was a major stressor or illness in my life (hello, break-ups and mono).

I’m sick of being the token fat girl, the girl who has to shop in the plus-size section while her friends have to get their size-four pants taken in (I love you bitches anyway).

I started this blog as a girl on a mission. I plan to document my journey as I struggle to lose the weight that I gained by gleefully stuffing my face full of fatty goodness. My goal: to lose 50 pounds by 2014. Experts say that healthy weight loss is one to two pounds a week, so it’s definitely do-able.

A writer by profession, I spend a lot of time writing for others. But this blog is just as much for me as for the readers I one day hope to have (Hi, Mom!). I want to be held accountable; I want to learn and grow from this experience; most importantly, I want to have even more motivation to lead a healthier lifestyle. Hopefully, by putting this all on paper (well, web), I can connect with others going through similar journeys.

Wish me luck!