Herman Cain for President 2012! LMAO
Don’t Wish Your Summer Away (inspired by Kim Preston)
You know something…? Kim is absolutely right.
I have spent summer after summer after dreadful summer wishing this muthafucka away; wishing for the day that society accepts ME, the chubby (closer to fat) mixed kid with the high pitched voice, gapped teeth, and having a thing (and an ear) for music. The previous sentence channeled the 10-year old in ME, wishing for the day that I wouldn’t be called ‘Big Mike’.
It’s hard to live under everyone’s presumptions, I had once thought. I have always had a problem being comfortable in my own skin (or excess, thereof). And here we are, in TwentyEleven, as we approach yet another summer.
Another 3 glorious months…only this time, I’m seriously taking advantage of this 24hr Fitness membership.
I’ve went at this weight loss thing my entire life. I have tried EVERYTHING under the sun to eradicate this ‘extra person’ I have acquired. Truthfully, the last time that I weighed 225 pounds (my now goal-setting weight) was in the 7th grade. Looking back on how many times I’ve tried to get a rhythm on my weight loss goals, I’ve always dropped the ball…
This time, I would like to think I have the hang of it. Instead of thinking about the overall result, I take it in weeks at a time, weighing myself every week praying to see a change…
I’ve lost nearly 10lbs this week, so far. My goal every week is 7.
By next summer 2012, I plan on showing my shit off! Tryna get it right for once in my life…
So, Kim, I’m taking your saying to heart. I’m not wishing my summers away anymore…I’m finta get YOKED! Lol
