Hello hello!

Isn't starting a new blog the pits? It's super exciting because you have so many ideas and thoughts to share but how do you start it off and catch peoples' attention?

ANYWAY.

Let's just get a few things out of the way.

One, I'm not going to complain about how fat I am. I'm not morbidly obese but I am overweight. I am lucky in the way that I tend to distribute weight fairly evenly and it is sometimes easy to disguise it with clothes.

Two, I am not perfect. Nobody is. And whether you prefer the word "curvy" or "voluptuous" or whatever, I'm not here to argue diction with anybody. If you don't like it, go away. I'm just here to talk about my journey, and I'm not going to tiptoe around everybody trying to be PC.

Three... I can't think of any other bullet points at the moment.

So let's just dive right in, shall we?

This is a really difficult topic for me to write about and especially to share photos with the world on. I'm normally the type of girl who will erase every single "fat" photo of myself, or edit photos to where I resemble the 125lb girl I used to be.

I'm sick and tired of looking at a picture of myself and realizing the girl with the wide face and the double chin is now me.

I've always had fluctuating weight, I'm mostly skinny when I'm single and heavier when I'm in a relationship, as I'm sure is the case with most people. Anyway, long story short, my biggest problem is that I love food. I literally love food. I love pasta most of all, but I love spicy, salty, carb-loaded, red meated food. Thankfully, God has evened it out so I don't have much of a taste for sweets (except for... ahem... that time of the month), but nevertheless, my enthusiasm for all things edible is my biggest downfall. I'll eat anything and everything and most of the time, the subpar food is my favorite. i.e., the pasta at my dining hall in college was my favorite. I did happen to have very athletic friends, however, so my twice a day for 9 months straight of pasta didn't quite catch up to me.

I used to have an amazing metabolism too, and I think I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that my metabolism is only as high as how hard I exercise. I burned endless calories when I was younger. Dance, field hockey, equestrian, surfing, swimming, softball, tennis... All in a week's work.

Anyway, it's easy for me to turn a blind eye to my own weight and let it go. I'm hoping seeing these unflattering pictures of myself will help me get up off my bum and get moving!