A new beginning.

Alright. So. You know those crazy people who make their new years resolution to lose a bunch of weight, and it never happens?

Yeah, well, I'm one of those.

Once upon a time, I weighed 195 pounds.

I was miserable, I hated myself to such a degree that I didn't think life could get much worse. And in that picture, I was actually pleasantly happy that day. Lighting was good for a decent picture. Once upon a time, I lost 25 pounds because a nutrition teacher at my school scared the living daylights out of me. Once upon a time, I lost another 15 pounds because I was hellbent on getting to my goal weight of 130 (at the time).

Once upon a time, I went to Italy.

I lost so much weight, I couldn't believe it. This was me 3 months ago:

Do you see how damn skinny those legs are? Yeah. That ass was in a size 6 jean. And damn happy about it too.

Three months have passed since my blissful adventure in Italy. And in 3 months, I've gone from a size 6, to a size 10. I made a promise to myself once upon a time ago that it would never happen again, that I'd never let myself get bigger, I'd just keep working my way down.

This is me on St. Patrick's day, this year. I know a lot of people think "Oh, well, you're not bad looking!" But

1. I was wearing spanx for this dress
2. I still feel like crap
3. I can see where my face got rounder, and it pisses me off.

Harsh on myself? Perhaps. But one of my good friends constantly says something along the lines of "If you're not happy, change it. You have the power to fix it, just do it." So, that's what I'm here doing. This blog is going to be my official way of getting back on track. My official way of getting back to my Italy weight (whatever it was), and beyond. I want to fit into my size 6 jeans again. I want to be able to feel hot in my bathing suit, and damnit, I'm going to.

Get ready for a whole lot of bitching, world. Because from here on out,  I'm going to be writing every day about how things go. Things I've noticed, things I hate, things I have no desire to do, but know that I must do anyway. There might be random posts complaining about how sore I am, or how hungry I am. Anyone out there who has any information they want to swing my way would be wonderful as well.

So. Here it goes. Wish me luck.