My name is Brandie, and I am fat. I have no problem admitting it, because there's just no way around it. If you saw me walking down the street, you'd know it, and being fat is just one of those things you can't hide. No matter what clothes I wear, or what colors they're in, I'm still fat. The size of my waist doesn't change with what I wear.
           Today is Friday, June 17th, 2011, 10 days after my 24th birthday, and I don't want to be fat anymore. I've been fat all of my life (okay maybe kindergarten and up, but you get the point). I've been teased and picked on, and I even built up a tough exterior and became the bully, myself, to prevent others from bullying me. Not anymore! I want to be happy and carefree. I realize that by losing the weight, it won't instantly make me a happy person, but its a great first step to getting my life on track.
           I haven't done much with my life, and I pile on so many excuses. What I think it boils down to is that I don't feel like I deserve to be happy or successful. I don't love myself enough to believe in myself. I'm working on changing all of that, and I welcome you to read along and join me in my journey. By the time I turn 25, I hope to physically be half the person I am and mentally be twice the person I am.
           I don't plan on blogging about every morsel I put into my mouth or every exercise I do at the gym, because I think this could end up being a very boring blog. Instead, I'll take you along with me through the ups and downs of my weight-loss journey. Wish me luck!