I'm working to get into shape, I've always been a bigger girl since i was littel not only was ai the tallest kid in all my classes, but as many of my class mates (mostly the female ones) liked to remind me through words and actions I was the fat kid, I grew a thick skin, and always stood tall on the fact that i was beautiful no matter what people want to say about me, but after the ongoings with my dad and uncle, both of which have leaking heart valves and and have had more then one stint placed in to them to assist blocked off artries and an assortment of other medical problems, due to not taking care of themselves as they should, My mother and I have taken it apon ourselfs to start our family on a better life style path, this includes having my brother give me dirty look everytime i give him carrot sticks instead of chips and my dad twitching when i get spinach and broccoli.

I've also started working out, taking my dogs for longer walks (hell this life change thing is even getting me dirty looks from the dogs i have to be doing something right, but dont worry I'm bring extra water for them and if they start looking uncomfortable i head home if they get to bad i've called my parents to come and pick them up well i walk the rest of the way) I'm also getting into a workout routine here at home, along with doing the Zumba game i got for my birthday last year (it was my cousin trying to help me when i said i wanted to get into shape donnt worry nobody giving my a birthday gift dares calling me fat inless they want to eat the whole carrot cake by themselfs; ie me shoving it down their throat and them stomping on it (Yes I love Carrot cake enought to get a birthday cake of it))

well today well i was doing squats my mothers cat chose to jump and lay across my shoulders, I pushed on even with the extra 15 pounds, for another 5 before she jumped off and wondered alway, and then i finished the rest of my 50, and then when i tried to do crunched my brothers cat came and sat on my chest placing her nails into my breasts and not moving till i was up to my 7th crunch when my dog came and stood on my feet to keep them from moving (nice dog right) her nails diging into my feet and coaching me on, last night when i was doing my Zumba the puppy kept running around my feet and tripping me up -.-

Well i cant say I'm moving towards a small pant size or weighing less I can tell you I'm moving closer to an early grave if i dont find a way to get my lovely pets to BACK OFF well i'm working out!

TL;DR: my animals are tring to kill me well I'm working out, trying to get into shape becasue of family health problems