Prologue

Wish me luck (and strength), because I've decided to buckle down.  In 42 weeks, I'll be 27 years old.  By that time, I want to be at my goal weight and finished with my memoir- or at least with a draft I'd be willing to let my peers read.

I've always been a writer.  Reading was a favorite pastime before I even started school and I always knew I had a knack with words, formally.  Hopefully, it translates to this blog...

I have not, on the other hand, always been overweight.  Certainly, most of my life, I've been dissatisfied with my body image and self-esteem, but that's something else entirely.  I struggled with bulimia throughout my childhood and adolescence until it seemingly formed into a different type of monster altogether.  I went from controlling every oz that went into my body to an utter lack of control whatsoever.  That's how I've found myself here.

I'm actually a month into my diet.  In the beginning, I was eager, but... in lack of a better word, skeptical.  It's been less than a month and I've lost 8.5 lbs with hardly any exercise.  That first bit of loss is the spark that's ignited this journey.  So, here we go... Logging on myfitnesspal.com, counting calories, exercising, stretching... I'm ready for it all and rearing to go!