*Sigh*

3.2.09

Here I am again.

Blogging.

About my weight.

I guess it's kind of therapeutical for me.

I realized I was fat when I was about 21. Moved out of the house with my boyfriend, started eating shit because it was there and nobody told me to stop.

I wish I could find the picture that sent me over the edge. I'll scan it when I do. I was sitting at a booth in Chuck E Cheeses (the worst damn place on the planet.....hate) with Kevin and his nephew. I was wearing a green tank top and my arms were HUGE. I looked horrible.

Anyway, joined Weight Watchers and quickly lost 21 pounds. Yay me.

Gained that shit back.

Got married, got pregnant, gave birth, and here I am. 225 pounds. Seriously. I was 213 when I started this 5 years ago and now I am 225. 225. I can't believe I'm typing that horribly large and disgusting number.

I've lost count of how many times I've attempted losing weight. Each time a horrible failure. Maybe keeping myself accountable will help.

Weight and see.....

Just for good measure, here's my engagement pic in 2005. I was around 185 and I thought I was HUGE.

Damn I looked good.