Many of you reading this blog know me. You know that I’m not the healthiest person in the world, and you know that I’m pretty funny (hence the title). But for those of you reading this that don’t know me, let me introduce you to Jamie. She’s pretty awesome.
I’m 26 (almost 27…yikes!) years old and have grown up in Spokompton City G’s. I love food (I’m Italian so eating crappy food on a regular basis is basically embedded in my genes) and I hate exercise. With a passion. I will find any reason not to do it. Because of this love and hate relationship, I have struggled with my weight my entire life. In elementary school and junior high, I was “The Fat Kid”. Then, during my freshman year in high school, I, for whatever reason, stopped eating, lost 50 pounds in a month, and was “The Fat Kid” no more. During my sophomore year in high school, I realized that it was ok to eat again, and slowly but surely, over the next 5 years, gained almost 100 pounds, tipping the scales at 245. During a gynecologist visit when I was 22, they discovered that I had high blood pressure and irregular heart beats. I had to go to several specialists and got put on blood pressure medication. Being the hypochondriac that I am, this caused almost 6 months of panic attacks and many, MANY annoying, worried phone calls to my best friend, Katie, who is a nurse. But it motivated me to exercise regularly and eat healthy and I lost 75 pounds. I went from a size 22 to a size 8 and it was awesome. But then the realization that I could eat came back, and over 3 years, I’ve almost gained it all back, putting me at a current weight of 230.
What I want this blog to do is hold me accountable for myself. I need this extra motivation to lose weight. My reasonings for wanting to lose the weight are both sensible and selfish. I want to be healthy for myself and for the kids I hope to eventually have. That’s the sensible part. The selfish part is I want to be the skinny chick that other girls hate because I’m so hot. But it’s like 90% the healthy thing. Ok...maybe 85%.
You may think I’m crazy for putting up pictures of my fat ass for the world to see, or my actual weight and measurements and sizes. But if I lied about it, what good would that do me? I know I’m fat, you know I’m fat, so why be unrealistic about it? I need to show all this stuff to show my progress. To be proud of myself. And to not see my stomach roll through my shirts. Or my legs jiggle whenever I walk. Or my arms jiggle when I brush my teeth. Let’s just say I don’t want to jiggle anymore. That’s a fair statement.
So here’s the deal:
I’m giving myself 8 months from today, May 1st, 2009, to get down to my goal weight of 160 pounds. That’s 70 pounds total, 8 pounds a month, and 2 pounds a week, which is pretty reasonable. I’ll give new pictures and measurements once a month, and updates when possible. I really hope this works. Wish me luck!
