Why walk first?

I used to ask my father where he was going and he would say "Crazy, wanna come?" and I thought it was hilarious, and also frustrating because I wanted to go, but I didn't know where crazy was or what it would be like.  Now I know.  Crazy is a fantastic and horrible place that is this mixed up and beautiful life.

Here I am, expanding my experience of creative writing into the world of blogging.

Blog.  Blogger.  Blogging.

The sound and sight of the word doesn't seem very pleasant or appetizing.  I have read blogs, here and there, when I thought an entry was well written or to spy on family members, but I have never followed one, let alone wanted to write one.  But, here we are.

A topic had to be chosen and since I prefer to multitask I decided to combine my new blogging experience with an issue that is quite familiar to me.  That of weight, body-image, eating disorders, and what it's like being lumped into that obscure and growing percentage of population spouted in news reports, and radio adds for exercise equipment, as America's obese. 

I will stretch myself beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone, and I will discuss topics that may be embarrassing. (I'm sure many of you will think so)  But, what is the point of doing it any differently?

Tomorrow morning I will put on my tennis shoes and leash my dog.  Then I will be the most ridiculous looking thing as I run through my neighborhood, doubled bra'd, and panting like a racehorse to give you all something to read about later.  If you see a 300+ lb woman running down the street, that will be me.

I suppose I could blog about something less personal, like how to plan a wedding or I could post pictures of rainbows (I really like rainbows) but I am selfish, and I want something more out of this.

So...why not join me on this strange journey of uncomfortable revelations?  You might just learn something too.  Come on, let's go crazy together.