Right... so I'm a big girl. I don't mean "fluffy" or "big boned". I mean I'm fat. You know, over weight, morbidly obese, so large I'll eventually get my own zip code?

 I'm not proud of the fact. I'm not out there joining BBW clubs. To be perfectly honest BBW seems like a contradiction to me. If I heard of someone in a BBW club, I would think they were more like Amazons than fat girls like me. But, what do I know?

I know that, according to all those wondrous charts out there, my actual weight should be somewhere around 129 pounds, and my BMI should be around 22. I weight around 261 pounds and my BMI is around 44. I'm almost twice as heavy as I should be. 

 At 5 foot 4, I'm starting to look like a beach ball.

I decided to do something about this about three weeks ago. I started counting calories, I've gone on an exercise routine, and I stop eating all fried foods and sweets.

It's a good start. I've lost weight to get to where I am now, but I've got a long way to go, and no one is helping me out.

 When I eat lunch, everyone wants to know why I'm not eating more. The kick is, I use to not eat lunch at all. When I go out to have dinner with my dad, he wants to know why I don't order more. After all, I'm not paying. At home, my roommate thinks I'm stuck in my room and haven't left except for work because there's not a lot of food in the house. Of course, a lot of food in the house means he can't find my fresh baked cookies.

Blarg, seriously, blarg. Why is it people think a fat girls gotta eat a lot, yo? Okay, I get the answer to that, but if we stop eating a lot or the wrong things, why can't other people just leave us alone and let us do our thing? You let us do our thing to get this way, right?

Anyway, I have a lot of snarky comments built up in my head from over the past 27 years of being fat, and I feel the need to expunge myself of them. 

 I thought this blog would be a good start.

If I ever hit 130, I'll probably stop blogging, so expect this to go for a while... years.. decades...