Well I have finally gotten off my ass and joined a gym. This whole being overweight thing has gotten waaaaayyy old and it's time for me to become fit and pretty. It's also going to be nice when shopping for clothes isn't going to depress me anymore.

Anyways, so I'm debating keeping a journal of my struggles with losing the fat cells that have kept me company for so many years. Maybe if I make it diary-style with a bit of creative flair I could refine it and give a copy to some editor-brain who'll show it to his boss, who'll decide to make it into a NYTimes bestseller.
That'd be cool.
Plausible; unlikely; but cool.

Thoughts?

I don't know. I just really hope this attempt at fitness ends up being a success rather than just another attempt. I don't think I'll be able to keep running away from thinking about it. And avoiding mirrors is just too much trouble for an egotistical, slightly vain individual such as myself.

Also, and update on my mental state: I'm feeling change coming on. I feel like I've almost decided the type of person I want to be (at least for the immediate future) but that there's still something missing. I think it's a definitive knowledge of my ancestral history. I mean, most Americans are mutts since the US is a cultural melting pot, but it'd be really great to know for sure where all my melted parts come from. Supposedly, I'm part Scottish and I'm clinging to that with a bit more adoration than is probably healthy, but (again) it'd be nice to know for sure.

Anywhoo... hope you all's summers are going nicely!
Vikki out*