A little history.

My weight has always fluctuated, but I've never been this fat (except, of course, when I was pregnant). My mom is a fitness trainer and my sister weighs 100 pounds, but still has C cups. My brother is one of those guys with an out of control metabolism. So that only leaves my dad to blame, because I refuse to blame myself. Thanks, Dad.

One time I weighed 120 pounds, but I had a mean boyfriend who gave me low self-esteem so I didn't even get to enjoy it! Then I got pregnant and gained 70 pounds during my pregnancy. That was five years ago and I'm still fucking fat.

I have no problem working out. In fact, I love it. Besides, my dogs are fucking crazed if we don't get out there and exercise. It's the salad eating I can't get into. I'm a Wisconsinite. I love cheese and beer. And macaroni and cheese. And beer. Not light beer.

So I've decided to start this blog because I've tried a lot of other things and what could be more encouraging than not wanting to tell everyone on the internet that I fucked up and couldn't lose weight. Stay on my ass, friends.

I can't believe I'm going to post this next part.

I weight 170 pounds.

I want to weigh 130. I give myself 6 months. I'll keep you updated.

Love,
Terri