Fatty McFatfat—Intros

Well hey there.

I hope you've found this because of the title—because, I mean, that's why I would've noticed it. The words FattyMcFatfat are just too hard to pass up.

Okay, well, I suppose now that you've stumbled upon me, we should go through introductions, no?

My names Mindy K. I'm a sophomore at the University of Evansville in well....Evansville. I'm a double major in journalism and writing because I really want to write fiction books, but I really want to eat.

Eating, oh yea, that's what I'm here to talk about.

Well, in today's world, it's viewed that eating is either: A) taboo or B) f*cking fantastic.

But there is no gray area....at least for those who take a side. For people like me, who are in the gray area of the BMI index (which I'll go into later), I wonder if the world can't come to say that both and A and B are possible.

Being a journalist/writer/whatever, I'm fascinated with all sorts of odd things. Nutrition is one of them. I love to see how nutrition is looked at by other cultures and how they have come to understand and even attempt to control it.

Like I said before, I'm very much in the middle of the BMI index. I was cursed with the short gene in my family, measuring in at about 5' 2 1/2" (Trust me, if you were 5' 2 1/2", you'd count the half inch too) and I weigh about 140-143 give or take.

I'm no Kate Moss, I'll tell you that—but I'm not "large" either. I'm in that teetering medium where people tell you you're skinny, but you tell yourself you're fat.

When I was younger, I loved to do active things as most children in 90's did. I played out in the woods, played nearly every school sport, and actually excelled at cross country and track.

Then again, I wanted to succeed at those things, I ran nearly 4 miles a day over the whole summer.

Back when I had discipline—and wasn't in college, and didn't have close friends.

Those things.

So, anyways, right.

Lately, I've wanted to lose weight. Not too sure why, maybe it's all the pictures and hot classmates I'm assaulted with, maybe it's that my mother is more physically fit than I am and she's 42, maybe it's the fact that my boyfriend of nearly 3 years is in the movie industry and likes to watch "artsy" films—you know, the ones where it's intelligently witty and explosively groundbreaking for women to get naked on screen, but for men to stay fully clothed. Yea—social justice.

So, losing weight. My goal is 115, which is crazy. I weighed about 125-120 in high school, and would like to be that way again. I'd like to be able to run 4 miles again, that was nice.

So, some of this will be research, some of this will make me get my lazy ass together and actually try to get smaller. This means I need to cover all my bases: the caloric intake of what I eat, what a workout is really supposed to look like, and what we're all really eating.

But I'll try to remain in the middle throughout all of this, not an organic freak and not a grease-munching 'Merican.

So, here goes nothing.

Research time!

To all those "Fatty McFatfats" out there who want to join me, or just read to see if I fail, you're welcome to join me :)

Peace, love, and trans fats

-Mindy K