How my journey began:
Two years ago I broke up with a man I loved. (Doesn't it always have something to do with a man?) I think my relationship with him warped my already damaged psyche because I decided I just did not give a dang anymore. I filled that empty place inside with donuts. I didn't even notice men. They may as well have been invisible.
Now, here I am. 235 pounds. Bigger than I was when I was 9 months pregnant. My feet are about to shatter from carrying the pounds they were not used to carrying. I am literally suffering under all the blubber. My body is suffering and my mind and soul are suffering more. I slowly began to get sick and damn tired of it. THEN......
I noticed a man. I wanted to flirt. OMG... I actually got excited about the guy who came to hook up my cable internet. LOL! He was attractive and I noticed!!! Of course, being an amoeba kept me from even making eye contact with him. So I decided if I were my old size I would be able to be the woman I used to be and actually feel good enough about myself to get a D-A-T-E. (Wouldn't you know it would have to do with a man again?!)
I don't wanna be skinny. I wanna be voluptuous. I want everything to still be round and supple. But, I want to get in shape, get strong, get a job as a cop and catch bad guys between catching "GOOD GUYS" for myself. lol. No I'm not a ho. It's just been two years and I'm darn tired of it. So, here I go!!!

