I must start from the begining I suppose. I went to the doctor on Thursday. He showed me my growth chart and I began to cry. My weight is still in the 'normal' range, but I am overweight for a person of my height. When my doctor say me crying be asked me what was wrong.

"I hate my body! I look in the mirror every morning and feel like crying! I'm huge! I feel bigger than a barn! I want all of it to just....go away!"

"I have a way to fix this." He said.

I sobbed.

"But it won't be easy." He grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled in=out. "You know from math class that if Y and X are equal, it will create a steady line, correct?"

I nodded.

"Well it's the same with weight loss. If you put a certain amount of food in, it has to go out as energy. So if that's equal, you'll maintain the same weight. Follow?"

"Yes."

"Well, if you really want to lose weight, you can either decrease input, increase output, or both. That is why diets are so popular."

So we talked. And I am on the 'Power Protien Diet'. It's almost exactly the same as Atkins, but supposedly, it's way more effective. It includes exercise, but I think I'm overdoing it. It's my second day, and I ran a mile yesterday, a mile today, and biked two miles too. My diet has changed significantly too. I usually eat bread foods, which are now restricted for me. No wonder!

I'm not posting my current weight. No way, no how. I'm afraid this thing will fail. I don't want to fail! I want to be thin! But I can safely tell you, that within three months (My doctor promises) if I keep this up, I'll be back to my 7th grade size.

7th grade size. I say it and it sounds unreal. I remember one time, I was on a date with him and he could fit a single arm around me. Around my entire waist. it doesn't sound like much, especially to me and how I see him now. He's grown a lot I can keep in mind. Ahh fuck, who cares? 7th grade size....

So I hopped on the scales this morning and I swear, they've gotta be wrong. Because they say that I'm down by 7 pounds. It's been two days! Just two fucking days! We need new scales, but dad is too cheap to spring for new ones. The most common phrase in our house is: "Are the scales right?"

Okay! So work sucks, Cory never leaves messages on the answering machiene, I've got work off tomorrow (YES!), I got Sims Superstar (YES AGAIN!), 4th of July is next week (already?!), my pedicure is wearing off, and my muscles ache from doing 3 miles of something today. Hmm yeah, life is boring.