Eat, Live, Dance, and Repeat. My new blog. I'm Heather, and I've been an on-again, off-again blogger for a few years. I like to write, but I never have much time (or the internet) to do it. It's time to change that. I'm going to make time, and now I have an internet connection at home, so I have all the access I want.
So why this blog? I've always been one to constantly try to improve myself. Not that there's anything wrong with me (pfft, I'm damn near perfect), but I believe that one should always work on creating a better version of themselves. The one big aspect that really needs some work is my weight. I've been on a constant struggle with my body since I started college. All those Mountain Dews I was chug-a-lugging in high school really didn't do anything to me because I was dancing a billion hours a day (I'm a dancer, hence the "Dance" in the title - no, not that kind of dancer, perverts). I could eat whatever the hell I wanted when I wanted. A quadruple-sized fry for a snack? Sure. 15 billion liters of Mountain Dew? Bring on the diabetes - I'm still skinny, bitches! A whopper for breakfast? Bring. It. On!! Okay, maybe not for breakfast, but you get the picture. I ate a lot of shit, and threw a few veggies in there now and then for good measure. And being from Minnesota, our dinners were generally of the meat and potato type (see, I told you the veggies were thrown in there............what? Potatoes are a starchy veggie).
I love food, but sadly the dancing stopped for a few years once I entered college. But not the food. Oh hell no...I was in college now. I could eat my diabetes in a bowl cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I could eat my scary science experiment mac n cheese in a blue box every day without someone giving me the stink eye. And Mountain Dew.....mmmmmm, Mountain Dew. I could take that stuff, rub it all over me, and swim in a pool of mountain dew. I bet I could even breathe under a pool of mountain dew....it was like my life line (don't you all want a Mountain Dew now? You're welcome.).
Okay, but you get the point. All that food + no exercise = one lumpy Heather. It's not pretty, and with my (boring and un-motivating) desk job, it's even harder to stay on track. I'm 5'1", 27 years old, and weigh 148 pounds. And my boobs are the size of Texas.....yes, they're real. I really don't think I'm terribly disgusting, but my boobs make me look like a beached whale. If losing this weight doesn't change that, I'm thinking of getting a breast reduction.
But I digress. I've gotten off-topic. This blog is not only going to help me in my journey to lose weight, but I want it to help me become a more organized person. My apartment is a mess y'all (yes, I'm Minnesotan and just said y'all). I have no sense of organization or cleanliness, and I spend hundreds of dollars a month on food that eventually gets thrown away every month. All this is because I don't organize and plan my meals. And I'm really bad at finding recipes with the same types of ingredients, so when I do go to the grocery store, my eyes pop out of my skull when I see the bill is almost $200. For the week. For two people. Yeah.
So there you have it. This is my blog, and I plan on using it to create a better Heather. And to pretend I'm famous among the 0 people that read this. :)
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