Fat Girl Running. Or waddling. Whatever.

so awhile ago i decided to step on my scale and "see where i was at". apparently i am "at" jabba the hut stage. what. the. fuck. how did this happen? how do i get rid of all this? where do i find the motivation to stop eating delicious food and start losing weight? i know i have to. no one likes being fat. but i love cheese. and cake. mmm... cake.

sorry. i went off on a cake dream there for a minute. but yes. after recovering from the near heart attack i had (from the shock people, not from my (very likely) clogged arteries), i immediately started googling the price of treadmills. painful. on the upside, i discovered today that i do not weigh nearly as much as a treadmill costs. silver lining, folks.

still, changes need to be made. and so... anna and i have decided to start working out. it's probably a hilarious sight. the carey girls are not known for their athletic abilities, after all. however, we are super serious about it, and are seeing results! i have been working out for a week and have lost 3 pounds! it doesn't seem like a lot, but still, GO ME!!

because we are so super serious, we joined the Y and i am loving it (something i never thought i would say).

i'll probably look like this guy soon:



(that would be anna on the right.)