Fat Asses Of America!

Sometimes we all need a good shove in the ass before we realize that we need to do something. But sometimes it takes a nice slap in the face of the person who shoved our ass to get them to realize that we can't exactly get up, and do a frigging 10 mile jog every morning.Yes, we are the new generation. The new, the improved, Fat Asses of America! Yes, I am one of these members of the Fat Asses of America. Welcome to my blog. Hope we can get along just dandy.

If you're one of these people who is just here to make fun of us, then go away. You're just going to make a big fool of yourself, and honestly, no one likes you if you act like that in real life. If you don't then you're just a big coward. SHOO, COWARD. SHOO!Now, back onto topic.

My name's Ashley. I've been fat since I could remember. It all started when my mom made me move, I guess I just started emotinally eating, and that has gotten me to my staggering weight of 230 pounds. At 5'4", that doesn't really flatter me at all. Being only 14, and becomming a Freshman this year at South River High located in Maryland, that doesn't exactly help my situation, either.

I've tried all of the legal options that a 14 year can do. Because remember, since we're not adults, we can't take weight loss pills, get plastic surgery, or go drive ourself to the gym, or a park to work out in(unless you have a liesence and money from a job, or parent).I've been to two weight loss camps, been on Weight Watchers, been to two nutritenist, Weight Watchers, the Adkins Diet, deprived myself, stop eating bad food, eaten portians, worked out, tapes, Taebo, Kickboxing, Step Classes, Curves, Dance Dance Revolution on excersise mode(Though it did make me able to compete on the difficult level), the works. Well, nearly everything.

If I had $50,000 I could go to this weight loss school, but that doesn't exactly seem like an option.Bening born into a family that has a weight problem, and weighing the most in it, now there's a problem that is headed straight for an emotinal wreak. I live with my Mom, Grandma, and Dog. Now my Mom is a whole other story. She had gastric bypass, a tummy tuck, and is taking weight loss pills making her a size ten which makes me feel like chopped liver. But whatever. We're having problems and I wouldn't exactly get onto that topic. Point is, I'm the fat girl.

This blog is dedicated to all of the other fattys out there, such as myself. Now onto a real topic.--------Seeing Other's Such As myself.Now, picture this. You're in the store buying groceries and you see another person who is also overweight and they're huge. What'd the first thing I do aside from notice what clothes they're wearing which meither makes them look pretty stylish, or clothes from the Plus Size department in JC Penny which I'm sorry, but they're clothes in the Plus Size section are the ugliest clothes that I have ever laied my eyes on. They had this sweater once that was so u-...you get my point. Well, the first thing I do it stupidly ask my Mom if I look like them, If they're bigger than me she says "You're getting there." Way to go with self confidence issues. If they're smaller, she just makes a sound and turns around quickly.And now since I'm getting lazy like always, I think I'll pick up on this blog tommorrow.

Later.