Okay guys... okay. For real this time, I'm going on a diet. I know I say that every Monday of my life, but I mean it this time.

I'm tired of being so fat, and all of the things that come with being fat.

I'm angry that boys only talk to my skinny friends, I'm jealous that I can't fit into good clothes, and I'm ashamed to be the most overweight Community Health Major in the history of the world.

It's time.

This time around my friend Brooke and I (who's in the picture above this), are in it together. We have a plan.

My favorite part of the plan? If I get dessert, Brooke is going to tackle me onto the cafeteria floor and throw it in the trash. I'll do the same for her.

This could get interesting...

I think the saying that "Silence speaks volumes", fits very well in this situation. As you can guess, I have fallen off the wagon. More that that, I've fallen off, rolled down a cliff, and landed in a ditch full of chocolate, cookies, cake... and everything else that I shouldn't be eating.

It has been bad. I can't sugar coat it, because I've eaten all of the sugar.

I stepped on the scale a few days ago and the damage wasn't as bad as I anticipated, but it wasn't great either. I've only gained about five pounds from my lowest... but... had I stuck to the plan, I would be about forty pounds lighter than I am now.

How disgusting.

My plan is to start over on Monday. But I'm not making any promises. I will try to keep you updated.