My favorite pair of jeans, the ones I think make me look the best and accentuate any good features that my lower-half might have, are maternity jeans.  They have the stretchy band up top to accommodate a larger stomach.  I mean, I'll give myself some credit, they don't have a full band.  The band doesn't go right underneath my boobs, but they're still maternity jeans.  Gap maternity jeans--sized 18 tall.

I've been overweight my entire life.  I'm tall, and I've acquired more than my fair share of fluff over the years (Sasquatch, basically).  Most recently with my first pregnancy with my son, the time in which I acquired the aforementioned maternity jeans.  He was born ten months ago now.  I'm pretty sure my pregnancy excuse is wearing thin, if it's not worn out completely.

I need to do something about this weight.  I have no idea what the number is, I haven't stepped on a scale in a couple of months.  It's been attached to my ass, and various other body parts, for far too long.  I'm sick of doing diets, or lifestyle changes, that I have to pay for.  I'm tired of counting calories, carbs, and points.  I don't want to pay for pre-made, frozen entrees that taste like feet.  I want to train myself to eat better.

I started this blog as a way to do just that.  I'm not going to use it as a way to vent, a way to bitch is more like it... fat chicks aren't always the most pleasant while dieting.  I'm going to, hopefully, track what I eat.  It won't be daily, I tend to suck at keeping up with blogging, but hopefully I can get on some kind of schedule.

Oh, and this place needs some sprucing up.  I'll have to work on the decor 'round here.

Thanks for reading; hope you continue to follow along!