Uh, hello.  Where have you been all my life, Karly?  I can’t believe that I thought I was fat back then (2004), when I weighed 130-140lbs.  Weight has always been this crazy struggle, something that I always obsess about.  I wish I didn’t have to think about it so much, but when you bloat up to over 210lbs, you really forget where it all began.  You only see you, now, and the image in your head of what you want to be.

I’d forgotten so many photos, but they are all hanging out on my ginormous external harddrive that I decided to peruse earlier.  A big, fat reminder of the girl I used to be.  Ugh, to be that thin and have that perfect skin again!

It is my mission, upon completion of bearing this child, to get my weight back down to 130.  I know it won’t be an overnight success, much to the dismay of my dreams, but I will get there.  Somehow.  I want to wear cute clothes again, and not have boobs that look like they’re trying to attack small children from my chest.

And then, when I’m a millionaire, I’ll get all these stretch marks and cellulite removed.  I’ll keep the C-section scar, and the gallbladder scars, though, because they add character, ha.