Big girl in a small world.

Its not fair. It's not fair that I don't want to go back to an amazing amusement park with friends because they have to push me into the roller coaster seats. It's not fair that I have to go to a special store to get clothes that fit. It's not fair that I get looked at for my weight. It's not fair that the world makes me hate myself.

This is day three of eating healthy and I'm going crazy... I shouldnt have to diet to be thin... I should diet to be HEALTHY. And I constantly have to reiterate that to myself because I start thinking that I'm dieting to be thin. I'm not.

I just want to pound it into people's heads that it's harder than just "stop eating junk food." It's an addiction...like ciggarettes. You crave it, mood swings, ect. Right now...I would KILL for McDonalds.

Something needs to change in our society. Big is beautiful, and if we could get that into our heads we would save so many women SO much trouble. We are having a movement right now to get rid of all types of discrimination. Racism, gay discrimination, sexism... But what about "body type" discrimination. It's perfectly fine to some people to make fun of the bigger girl/guy...but you call someone the "n" word and all hell breaks loose. What's so different? IT'S NOT. It's just people making themselves feel better by putting someone else down.

Let's start by standing up for ourselves and for others. If you see someone being discriminated against, it doesnt matter what kind, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

If youre still here... thanks for being a part of my rant session :D Gotta get it out somehow right?

p.s... I dont wanna be a big girl in a small world. I wanna be a big girl in a FIERCE world. I dont know about you... but these ladies are fabulous :D

Peace and Love <3

McDonalds NO MORE

I'm overweight, and I'm not afraid to tell you that I am currently 255 lbs. Now when people look at me they go...oh HEELLLL no...no way you are 255 pounds... People, I am 6 ft. tall. Thats one of the AMAZING things about being freakishly tall. Downside, David is 5' 8". Yep. Awkward.

Anyways, not here to talk about that :) I am overweight and sick of it. SICK OF IT. I got it off before, and its coming off again.

Sooo. let's do it. On another note, how does Bed, Bath, and Beyond expect you to get the pillows off the top shelf...next to the ceiling?

On another-nother note, I fell and hurt my ankle today. UGH stupid weak ankles.

Alrighty, I'm done now.

In the beginning...

Hi there. I'm Jenna, I'm 19, and the Army now runs my life. Seriously.

My husband, David, 20, is training in the Army to be an avionics mechanic on the Kiowa Helicopter. Ok Jenna that's cool and all, but why tell us? Well... why are you reading? Cool... let's begin.

I'm starting this blog to go on this journey with you. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing so I thought that writing it down would help, since it's basically talking through all the crap to myself...and you happen to be reading it.

So I realized today when I thought my cat escaped... I am really lonely. My cats are the closest things to human interaction i get when david isnt home. I'm kinda desperate... I played Call of Duty with the moving guys today that brought my new furniture.

Thank God for skype so I can talk to my mom and sister (and various other friends) over the internet, because I would be a nervous wreck without it. Now im not sure if it's the 'I just moved away from friends and family' or if it's 'I went from spending 24/7 with David and now I spend 1 3/4 hours with him everyday,' or maybe its both, but I'm going  bit insane. And it only makes it worse that I come from a place where I'm constantly doing something (CYT).

By the way... It's very hard to type with fake nails.