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.