Wednesday, July 30, 2008


I am 5'6". The last time I stepped on a scale, it read 240lbs. Granted, it was the middle of the day, but you get the point. I'm fat. In fact, I am the heaviest I have ever been. (no use in sugarcoating the situation)

I knew I had a problem one day when I looked in the mirror and saw my chin was growing a companion. My thighs rub together. I get tired by the simplest of physical activities. It's just not pretty.

For me to be at a healthy weight, I need to loose 80lbs. I honestly don't know the last time I was 160lbs. (maybe middle or high school)

To look at me, you wouldn't know how heavy I am. I guess a lifetime of being the chubby kid helps one to instinctively dress to disguise. But not seeing it doesn't stop it from being true.

For the most part, my weight gain has been little by little. However, I am currently in a relationship where my significant other eats out every night. Our cohabitating for the past two years has accelerated my gain. (about 20lbs in two years)

In college, when I was broke and on a very tight budget, I survived off a $10/week food budget. Those around me saw the weight melt off. I felt good and looked good. I don't know if my eating habits were the best, but I got down to 180lbs.

Unfortunately, I am no longer broke. I don't pay attention to my calories like I should. I never learned portion control. And, to be completely frank, I'm lazy. I like physical activities, but lack the drive to go do them or stick with them. (hence the gym membership I'm hoping to use again sometime this year)

And thus I have articulated all of the reasons (excuses) for my current circumstance. Now you get to see me try to remedy my predicament and cease being the Designated Ugly Fat Friend.

Basic Info

I'm random. I'm complex. I'm a dork. Here's some information to help you understand all of the nonsense swirling in my head. I will update as needed.

O- overweight
G- grieving
L- liberal

Friday, July 25, 2008


Beginnings are important. Yet, I only half know why I've started this blog. There are thoughts in my mind I can't seem to speak, but have the greatest urge to express. Whether you love me or hate, or just don't care, that's up to you. I just need to say this.
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