Happy Anniversary, Little Blog

A while back my friend Michelle suggested I read my blog from start to finish to see where I started.  I have been doing that the last few days.  Michelle, I love you and thank you for that suggestion.  It gave me insight and perspective I couldn’t find anywhere else.

A year ago today, I started this blog. This was my first post. High class, right?

I introduced myself.  For the record, I’m still everyone’s emotional dumping ground.

I got mad. Really mad.  And I had a little breakthrough when I realized that stuffing my face won’t make problems go away.

I talked about how being fat has nothing to do with food.

I told the story of how Aunt Flo first came to visit me.  Men, I know you all hate me now.

I talked about how hard it is to break out of your comfort zone.  And I still struggle with my own little bubble now and again.

I watched my niece bust into this world.  I have a copy of this letter saved for her.  I’m still in awe of her.  My niece and my two nephews are a driving force in my quest to be a healthier person.  I have to be strong for them.  They deserve the best me.

A random stranger said something really sweet about me that I needed to hear.  If I ever strike it rich, I’m hunting her down and buying her something pretty.  I’ll never forget how good that made me feel.

I talked about Mr Sparkley Eyes.

I said bye bye to my cankles!

I had a Merry Little Christmas, yall!

I let you all in on the things that fat people just know.

I told you all my dirty little trucker secrets.

I professed my love for grits.

I professed my hatred for all things beauty pageants.  I stand firm on this.  I think they are bad news.  I’m a walking, talking, breathing example.

I wore a belt.  In public.  And drank a lot with my bestie.

I learned how important it is to know when to stop.  And I learned that money isnt everything.

I talked about sex, baby.  And shared some of the worst fat pictures I have.

I made small changes and got big results.  I need to get back into this mindset.

I moved from a small town in Alabama to Atlanta, and got all kinds of sentimental.

I talked about boobs.  Still my most viewed blog post to date.

I learned a little about Perseverance.

I learned that even though I’m a giant fuck up at times, I’m still pretty extraordinary.

I gave yall some iron clad White Trash Relationship Advice.  Just call me White Oprah.

I looked at the reasons I won’t quit.  WOW. I need to print this one out.

I opened up about Depression and Anxiety and how it has affected my life.  I hope it helped someone.

With one storm, an angry tree, and a crushed leg.. my whole life changed.

I lost 50 pounds.  And made a list of 50 ways I did it.  And despite setbacks, I’m still tiptoe’n through the tulips, bitches.

I turned dirty thirty.  And of course, I made a list for that, too.

I let everybody into my pants.  Hope yall all had fun.

I got me a stalker! And learned not to check in on FourSquare every 5 minutes.

I made the transition from trucker to nanny, and spilled a little water in the process.

I celebrated one year on Weight Watchers.  I still can’t believe it.

And finally, I think me and that girl and the mirror have finally made peace with each other.  She has accomplished some pretty amazing things in the last year.  And me and my craycray split personalities thank you all for reading along.

Starting this blog was one of those quick crazy decisions I’m famous for making without any real structure or plan.  I’m pretty proud of what it’s become, and most certainly I’m proud of what it has taught me along the way.