"I don't drink my calories Dad!"

Whoever can name that quote gets a prize.

A lot of my friends, actually only 3 that I can think of right now, were very overweight, but now they're super skinny and could be Target models.  Every time I see a picture or talk to them, I just want to say, "you should have blogged your experience so I could learn from it."  I don't know why I think that.  Maybe because I love reading blogs of people I know and I'm trying to convince people to start one, or I need motivation in my own weight loss.  Beats me.  But just because I think they should blog about it, maybe I should blog about my weight loss journey.

I'm overweight.  No way I could lie about that one.  Now, if I threw a number out there, you may not think that sounds heavy, but for my body type, it is.  I have a small frame.  I mean, dude, I'm Asian.  You don't see many big boned Asians out there.  However, they do exist.

I was actually thinking the other day that I am over 30 pounds heavier than when I got home from my mission.  Granted, I was 94 pounds when I came home and that was kinda grossly skinny.  Dude.  I said I wouldn't throw numbers out, but I did. But you know what, it was necessary.  I'm not exactly a whale now, and I don't want to get down in the double digits, but this muffin top has got to go.

I know what you're asking yourself.  How is Melinda going to accomplish her goal?  Today wasn't a very good start.  I've been really sick so I ate an entire bag of discounted V-day Hershey kisses.  That was acceptable and I don't regret it, but I am getting back to my eating right.

If you want to follow what I eat, you can go on myfitnesspal and add me as a friend and watch me count my calories.  That actually worked really well for me last year before I got pregnant with Jocelyn.  So back on it I go.  Exercise is a little harder this time around than I thought.  Last year, I would just take Olivia out in the jogging stroller and run around the river and go to Zumba on Monday and Thursdays.  Now it's a little harder with ice everywhere and no double jogging stroller.

You know what, I'm getting bored.

Who cares about how I'm going to do it.  Just bug me and check in on my weight loss.  Nah.  Who even cares about the weight that I lose.  Just constantly ask me if I still have my muffin top.  Also, if you're worried that I'm only concerned about that, it's not true.  I also want to tone up my bingo wings, not stretch my glasses out so much, and make sure that my wedding ring doesn't have skin hugging it from both sides.

All in all, I'll slowly update you on my progress.  Maybe I should put a picture up, but with out a smart device, that's just too much work.