Day 1 (for realz)

I kind of figure yesterday didn't count because by the time I had my epiphany (i.e. do a blog to help futher solidify my decision to lose weight), I had had tons of crap to eat. That came from babysitting two children all weekend long (you know the drill: go to Knotts Berry Farm, eat nachos with cheese-like substance along with that thing that looks and is shaped like a pretzel but doesn't quite taste like a pretzel, etc.).
Also, last night didn't count because I had a stomach attack. No, not a stomach ache- a full-on stomach attack. Literally, my own body was attacking itself. It was the like Civil War decided to happen right in my stomach (it being vast enough to hold everyone from the Civil War- hey, my first online fat joke, mazel tov! Heh heh). And honestly, here I was ready to exercise: I had stretched and was ready to go.
That's when the damn South tried to kill the North. And the North being the North just HAD to retaliate.
You should hear my interpretation of the Civil War (besides the slight one given overhead). It certainly made summer school History a lot more interesting. Plus, my teacher liked my version so much that I actually got an 'A' on an embellished assignment. Take that, previous non-sense-of-humor-having teachers!
So yeah, completely ready to go...and run to the bathroom. I had to abandon all plans to exercise lest the South rise again (as they claimed they did/wanted to do).
I was good today, food-wise. No crap- nothing really out of the ordinary. Does anyone have anything they like to eat when attempting to diet? It's a serious attempt here, so I'm doing my best to go about it.
They (meaning anonymous people who judge me from their high horses out in Internetland) say that stress can either cause weight gain or loss. I start a new job working with three year olds tomorrow. Let's hope stress causes the latter.
I have to make sure I stay with this. I almost wonder who of you would think enough of me to read this. I'm pretty sure I write it for myself, but if you're out there, then please know you have a grateful fat chick sitting here...on her big ass...when she's supposed to be exercising...I'mma gonna go do that now. As soon as I finish perusing Facebook (by which I mean online poker...by which I again revert back to Facebook). But I will exercise- that is a promise.

Day 1 (ish)

The page title is not meant to be offensive. I've gotten so used to calling myself a "fat chick" that it really doesn't offend me anymore. My friend Erin calls herself a fat chick all the time. And you know what- fuck all the people out there who tell you that you're less than you are for being heavier. I cannot tell you about the times I have been dismissed because of my weight.

Granted, I'm 6 feet tall, so it's easier to hide. But as if being 6 feet tall weren't enough (something I can't control), I'm heavy. And I fall right into that line of obese.

How rude of me: I haven't introduced myself. Let's call me by my basketball name: Mojo. I'm 20 years old and absolutely terrified of having a heart attack at this age or any other age for that matter. I've been heavy most of my life (save for the baby years where it was acceptable, the time when I was 7 and slim, and the previous weight loss in high school). Also, I always put my mind to things I really want to do; and yet, losing weight hasn't been a priority. The logical part of me can't imagine why considering all of the health risks that I am...risking. Risk. Yes, I said it three times (or rather, typed it). And yet, the food-loving part of me...loves food. How is it that I keep repeating myself? My old age is creeping up on me. And my ability to ramble is at full mast. Alright, here's the deal:

I'm 6 feet tall, 258 pounds, and devilishly handsome (if girls can be that. Why not? Equal rights and whatnot. Oh, sarcasm comes with these postings, but it's in jest usually. I've been told I'm pretty funny. And what do you know, I'm rambling again. Super).

Goal: 200 pounds (and then later, 180).

Deadline: July 25, 2010 (the day I turn 21).

I think it might just be possible to lose 58 pounds in a year. Serious dieting. No diet pills crap (basically pure speed), no programs, no nothing. Just the loving support of my family, more exercise than I've probably done in my lifetime (despite having played soccer and basketball in my youth), and delicious healthy meals cooked by my mother.

I have 7 classes, a brand new job, and a social life. How is this going to work? Let's find out.