Coming out of the COOKIE closet...

Ok so here is the deal, I have a problem! Well like most I have several problems actually, but one I like to push aside and pretend like I don’t have is a problem with food. Yes, it’s true, even though you all already know this do to my weight anyway! I’m in LOVE with food, and lets all just be honest and admit LOVING food does not mean broccoli, carrots, and spinach! I love the good stuff, like pizza (put extra cheese on the puppy and I will LOVE it even more), ice cream (ever had the Girl Scout Samoa cookies kind?), and anything else with my two favorite food groups in the ingredients, SUGAR and SALT! Mmmmm… I might just need to stop writing and have a “snack”, probably consisting of my whole calorie intake in one bag! Yep, that’s what I call a snack!


Ok time to be serious for a second, not that anything I wrote above wasn’t serious, all the above is shamefully true! I have been on a weight loss journey for years, I would say my whole life, but I was once a small sized child with boney knees, if only I could find that picture for proof! This journey I have been on I will catch you up on in a bit but for now I’m going to start with the present day (June 1st, 2011). I am the smallest I have been in years, I seriously can’t remember the last time I have seen this number on the scale… this number being… well ok, there is NO way in hell I’m gonna expose EVERYTHING to you all. Geez! I’m feeling exposed enough as it is that I’m even writing this blog. The number on the scale is GREAT even though I’m too stubborn to acknowledge that. My issue is that everyone is saying how great I look and how well I have done. Ok so I have dropped around 70 lbs. since January of 2010, and that is great, but I know a secret you all don’t. My secret is… I FAIL! I fail daily! I should be at my ultimate goal weight (-95lbs) by now, but the cookies I shove in my mouth at my failing moments leads me in the opposite direction.


I’m not being hard on myself. I’m being honest. So I thought how in the world can I kick my own ass and do what I have been trying to do for years? I came up with a crazy idea to keep myself accountable by spilling the beans to everyone I know on the damn internet! Great idea? Too late now! I figure if I can write a blog about the daily struggles of a weight loss journey I can at least get out my frustrations and maybe help other people to know they are not alone. Or just give the skinny bitches something to laugh at! I figure no one will even read this, and that would be preferred because I’m kind of a private person, well I was until today when I posted this! However if someone does read this and get anything out of it that would be great, but I feel like I am the one that will be getting the most out of this. Putting it all out there and actually getting my feelings out. I will apologize in advance for a couple things....


#1 I am NOT a writer! I can’t spell (thankfully spell check told me I spelt spinach wrong. Go figure),I have bad grammar and well ramble a bit too much.


#2 I will fail at this blog as well and not keep up as often as I should, it’s what I do!


#3 my vanity shall shine through as I post photographs of myself, which I’m mortified to do these days, these photographs will include a HORRENDOUS before photograph!! If I get the nervous up to actually post the “before” photograph I’m the ONLY one allowed to make fat jokes… understood?


Ok Apologizes out of the way… My goal is to write every few days if not daily about what’s going on with my journey, as well as back stories that may or may not be relevant (If I’m putting it all out there I might as well tell you about the time I got my heart broken and ate a whole carton of ice cream right?), post things that inspire me, talk about people that piss me off and make me wanna throw a pie in their face if only it wasn’t such a waste of pie, and whatever else I feel like posting!


Last but not least… I named this blog in dedication to my ultimate “Crack” like addiction, the one food item that I know goes straight to my ass and thighs along with all the others I have eaten, the one and only Cinnabon! Who needs a man or money when there is CINNABON? Unless of course you have a man with a lot of money that will buy you all the Cinnabons you want!! Woot Woot!