Dis 'n Dat

Keeping it real.

Hello, my name is Amelia and I'm a fatty.

(everyone) Hello Amelia.

Okay, so that's probably not how Overeaters Anonymous meetings start, but the fatty part is true. I'm turning the big 3-0 in a couple of days and this is so not what I wanted my body to look like. But don't cry for me Argentina, the truth is I love food. Love it. And no, I didn't have some horrible childhood or anything like that. That's not why I eat. I just love food. I've had to watch my weight my entire life, but it wasn't that big of a struggle until I graduated from high school. I was constantly active in athletics back in the day, so maintaining my physique was effortless. But here I am 85 pounds later. The weird part is that I know I'm a big girl, but when I look in the mirror I don't see a fat cow. But when I came home from vacation and saw myself in some of the pictures I was like, "Fatty, fatty two-by-four, can't get through the bathroom door." Holy shit. Not the same image I see in the mirror. It was kind of an awakening.

So I've decieded to do something about it. And my 3 readers out there get to go on the journey with me. What I'm about to disclose is extremely embarrassing for me, but I think that by actually putting myself out there it makes it more real and then I'll be forced to change my lifestyle. Okay here it is...

I weigh 214 pounds and I wear a tight size 16, loose 18. Oh yeah, and I'm only 5'3". Yep, the same height as Carnie Wilson. She still looks huge but she weighs less than me. How do I know this you might ask?? Another one of my guilty pleasures...Celebrity Fit Club.

YIKES!!! So there it folks. From now on I'm going to keep it real. No more excuses. What's that cheesy saying, "If it is to be it is up to me." Well, that's my new moto for my thirties. No more, "Jimmy crack corn and I don't care," because now I care and I want to be a sexy bitch. Strike that. I'm already a sexy bitch; I just want to be a healthy, sexy bitch.