oh suzy q, where are you?

Sunday, September 6, 2009

oh suzy q, where are you?

Let’s see. Hmm… So 2009 has been somewhat of a productive and progressive year. I’ve given up meat, liquor, and have pledged to living a healthier lifestyle. Unfortunately, it’s tough. I’m weighing in as “clinically overweight.” Yes, you’ve heard correctly. I am “clinically overweight.” At my five foot one stature and weighing over one hundred and twenty pounds, I am overweight. I need to lose weight. It’s unfortunate that my size two and four jeans are considered overweight for me. It’s a damn right shame that I feel normal. A semi-plus result of my recent weight gain is that my boobs have also grown. So….a free boob job? It’s a pain really…carrying this excess weight. Feeling as if I gain one more pound or one more inch around my waist that I’ll be at serious risk of diabetes (which runs in my family) and heart issues. It’s even more of a shocker because I grew up an athlete and I still like to maintain a somewhat active lifestyle. Oh how I miss the days when I used to eat Suzy Qs without any consequences; the days when my diet consisted mostly of potato chips, soda, and sleep. Now I have to actually put in some effort. I have to make an effort to eat healthier. I have to make an effort to put on appropriate clothes. Although my job I feel is a major contributor to my lackadaisical clothing choices they can’t take all the blame. It’s my responsibility what goes in my mouth and what goes on my body. I need to take better care of myself. Now I know why old people need to be extra careful when they walk. I seriously could never truly understand why they were always breaking their bones. It’s not like they were doing 360s or something of that nature. In any case, a new lifestyle has been adopted; going back to my old behaviors will only be detrimental to me. 2009 has also brought up some mama-drama. Oh lord, am I 17 again? Clearly not if I can’t lose this weight. So same mama-drama issues only now I’m a full grown adult and she has no legal control over me. She can send in as many cops as she wants, and she has sent over two in my short life, but I will not budge. I’m a grown up now biatch! Respect!