My name is Shannah, and I'm a Chubby Chick.

The first time I was called fat was in 5th grade.  I in fact was not fat, but taller than most of the girls and not as skinny little kid like anymore but that's when it happened.  Nobody ever called me fat after that except myself.

So now, at 26, I am 5'8" and 222.8 pounds.  Yes the .8 IS necessary.  I am not the biggest I ever was, that was 242, but last year I was down to 204 after the Poor Girls Diet.

So I'm trying again.  I got back up to 233 and went on weight watchers.  I've been a bit stagnant for a few weeks now.  I just finished massage therapy school and am currently jobless so I thought "No excuse not to workout!" so I got weights, a yoga mat (I live in an upstairs condo and I'm pretty sure Mrs. Neighbor Downstairs does NOT want to hear all 222.8 pounds of me jumping up and down doing a cardoi DVD), and a stability ball.  I started last week, no weightloss or gain so I guess that's good.

I'm on WW.  I've tried counting calories. I can't stick to either.  I don't like having to track my food.  I KNOW, I KNOW, that's supposed to be a very successful method, but it feels like I'm in prison and that is not a successful feeling.

What I hate the most, is my face isn't very round, yes I have a double chin if I smile right, but I have "little head syndrome"  I feel as if my head is little and my body is big.  Like a cartoon.  Like it doesn't belong on my body, which it doesn't because my body doesn't belong on me!

I want to get healthy.  Diabetes and high blood pressure run in the family, and as a massage therapist I know all the bad things extra weight does to your body.  And of course I want to be thin and go into a normal store and buy something off the rack!  DUH!  I'm a girl.  We think that way even if we try to deny it.