My NEVER ending battle of weight loss

Once upon a time there was girl who weighed 170 pounds. Her face was round and her ass was too. So round it couldn't fit in any of her favorite jeans. Everytime she would sit down the crack of her behind would show. The entire world would believe she was a plumber in her former life. It was a sad life she lived of shame,depression, and utter defeat between her and FOOD. Pizza, bagels, mash potates, all in which would ruin 6 months of her life.

Through a series of heart break and the lack of dance performance employment, she would set a goal to lose over 40 pounds. People would whisper and say mean things about her weight loss. "She's too skinny" they would say. But she felt wonderful. THE END.

Needless to say this was a very short story about myself. But I have moved to WHACKlahoma and have gained more than enough weight to please all of the over weight people who wanted to judge. My jeans don't feel as fierce on me. I can kinda see my tummy when I look down. My cheek bones are no longer "high". Its time for a revolution in my pathetic life.

Despression is a bitch. And so is the lack of motivation put on my shoulders, because I'm surrounded by zombies in this bogus land. I'm not the type to blame people or my atmosphere. I leave that for movies like boyz in the hood and shit like that. I have to motivate myself and make changes within myself. It will be a very complicated task but vigorous in my attempts to succeed.

This post is more for myself then readers. I feel as though if I write this and follow up I will actually do it. For I know that I say I'm going to do a lot of things and never do.

I'm on a mission to lose 20 pounds as of today, Feb. 3rd, 2009. And I hope to lose it by may 3rd. Follow me on my journey to looking "sick" as my haters would say. Ill follow up each week on my thoughts of how I held up or lack of holding up. Oh dear universe, help me.

Wish me luck.