In the Begining...

In the beginning there was a thin girl.  A tiny girl.  Then the thin girl met a boy and found herself pregnant at nineteen years of age.  As the months slowly went by, one meal at a time, she watched her body change drastically, and her vegetarianism fly out the window like a bat out of hell.  Her once small stomach became engorged and itchy.  It became, what she later referred to as, her personal road map.  She will grow daily deluding herself with her sweet first-time-mother-innocence; thinking breastfeeding will help her be "alright" with the situation, tighten up her stomach.  Of course she will be disappointed and end up with her forty pound (give or take) souvenir she get to carry around every day.

So there she sat happy to be holding the "you just had a child," excuse and BOOM!  Preggers AGAIN.  Another nine months spent eating and puking.  You would think that with that much vomit you wouldn't gain so much weight.  I mean i was plagued with "all day, all night sickness."  So now here she is an additional twenty probably on top of the original forty and that is how you get ME.  A short fat chick with ZERO motivation to do anything, let alone the stamina or self esteem.  Thus "The Little Fat Girl That Could."  This is where I start, this is where maybe you will start with me.  Just baby steps and my daily battle with food and laziness.  Cause lets face it, it is pretty much just laziness.  Don't lie; we're lazy.

So here I am, here we begin....