In the beginning...

God created the Heavens and the Earth. And on the second day He created chocolate and said it is good.

Actually, I don't know if that's what He said when He created it, because if you taste raw cocoa, it's not that good. But when combined with sugar and milk...oooohhhh baby. Salivating yet? Yeah, me too, time to get the bib out.

Well, me? I'm a female. I've been married since that disappointingly cold spring day in '08. (Disappointed in the cold weather mind you, not me hubby. Oh yeah, and I must warn you that I have Irish ancestry, and I like to talk and type in an Irish accent often. I even say my daughter's name Carly, more like this: Carrrrrrlyyy. Now that I think about it, it sounds a bit more pirate than Irish. Oh well, maybe I got pirate blood in me too? Which might explain that gold chest in my living room...) Okay, so I've been married since '08, got pregnant in August and had our awesome little man, Daniel in May '09. For a number of reasons I got super depressed. Thank Jesus I got me head out of me rear (pirate? Irish?) and started praying, because Jesus has and is helping immensely. Meds don't do what He can. Just sayin. But that's not why I'm blogging.

Going through depression for almost a year, and then getting pregnant again when Daniel was 10 months old with our beautiful daughter, well lets just say, rather sing, that awful song by Shakira where she's talking about her hips don't lie...and I'm somethin, somethin boy... I don't know what she's talking about, but my hips aren't lying. They have quite a few extra pounds shaking on that dance floor. I'm not going to say the number just yet, but I could stand to lose about 80 pounds to be considered really healthy. Now my mother is kind enough to remind me that I have my dads build, and I am 5'11 afterall. But having slightly larger bones than the next gal doesn't make up for 80 pounds. I'll be darned. However, I will say that I am at the point that I don't really care what the scale says, as long as I can fit into some hot shorts -NO JOKE- without my dimples and wrinkles contesting those of my 90 year old neighbor lady.  

And it doesn't have to be like this, I realize. Shoot, look at Heidi Klum. She has, what 4 kids and is still on the runway??...geez. But seriously, I see lots of mommies that have many kids and they are healthy and fit-ish. If I can achieve that 'ish', I would be satisfied! I would be happy. Happy. Yup. There it is. Haven't most fat people said that before. I would be happy if I weighed ____! Why is that? Well, I'm going to write more about my piddly reasons I have tried to lose weight before, and as I write, I will pretend that you care. I am going to write about what hasn't worked for me in the past, and I'm going to write about what I'm doing about it now. And when I get in them hot shorts, I will post a picture! Yeah, that's your reward for following my blog. Hooray. You get to see a picture of me. That sounds so lame! I'm sorry, but I don't have money or something neat to give to the person (who will most likely be my mother) that sticks it out to the end. I will probably just have weekly updates from here on out. Now don't go doing anything foolish, like sitting around, staring at your computer screen just waiting for me to post another blog.

So here we go matey, on another weight loss adventure... I wish I knew more about Star Trek.