It's inevitable that I start a blog (and hopefully keep it long term this time). I've been putting off because there are so many areas I want to cover but didn't want 5 or 6 blogs). I then realized there are no hard and fast rules about blogging (despite the fem blog world drama I've heard about). So I'm jumping in with my lifestyle posts on whatever subject I want and fuck em if they whisper in the corner about me.
(no, really, start whispering. Means I'm out there enough to be talked about and I have a voracious ego, hungry for compliments of one sort or another).
Fuck is my favorite word. Get the fuck over it. Except during lent, in a professional setting, or in front of my kids, I cuss, a lot. I reserve the right to abbreviate my cussing except as mentioned above. And although my oldest can't spell, it's only a matter of time before he learns what "STFU" means.
Anyway.
Operation 125 is my goal to lose over 100 pounds. More precisely, to be a size 7, but Operation 7 doesn't have as nice as a ring.
I'm investing my plan into PEERTrainer nutrition and exercises of walking, dancing, body weight plyometrics, and sex. Orgasms. We could all use a lot more orgasms.
My stats (cuz I'm not afraid of the world knowing one more fat chick's actual weight):
243/236/125.
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