It's about time.

OK people, and hopefully one day avid followers. I am on a mission, a mission that I should have started a LONG time ago! You see it all started about 2 or 3 days ago when I was getting ready to attend the Utah game, I grabbed my lucky Ute shirt put it on and something happened.... It was no longer my extra super comfortable Under Armour game day shirt which I had grown (HA!) to love, it was a tight poor fitting mess. I of course told myself that it had just shrunk in the wash and I was OK, but then I realized that it is made out of fabric that doesn't not shrink, could it be possible that I had ballooned? I shook the thought out of my head and headed to my dads House to meet him so we could head to the game. The Utes lost because I did not wear my lucky shirt (and because dad wore his unlucky hat, that's a different story) So we went home defeated and I slept. Woke up the next morning and The Bear and I hung out watching conference, we decided to head to my parents for some Sunday pork chops. When we arrived I realized that I had to use the restroom, I walked in the bathroom and what was staring right at me? The scale of course. All of the sudden the thoughts of my lucky shirt flew into my head swirling around making me think that I should probably step on the scale to weigh. Note: I hate scales. So I tapped their bathroom scale so it would turn on and when it flashed 0.0 I stepped on, and I waited.....waited........waited..... looked  down and
BOOM 294lbs.
Yes that is in fact not a typo. Needless to stay I was crushed.  And then my future flashed before my eyes. A future of Sara lifting up fat rolls to wash underneath, Me not being able to leave my room watching infomercials in bed all day suffocated by the endless rolls of self, and then lastly a fire crew breaking a wall off of my house to lift me by crane onto the back of a flat bed truck to be transferred to a hospital where they have to put 2 beds together to accommodate me and my massiveness.
I felt like puking. I stood there in the bathroom dumbfounded for a good 5 minutes. I have an issue, you see the person I see in the mirror does not weigh 294lbs. I usually saw someone who is a little chubby and could drop a few pounds, at least that's what I used to see.
So I start my journey, I am setting a goal to lose 94lbs in a year (give or take). to get down to a fit 200lbs. No it's not going to be easy and no I'm not gonna do some fad diet or eat like some weird hipster. I am going to do it the old fashioned way. Watching what I eat and being active and exercising. Sure there will be slip ups along the way, but that is the point of this here blog. Here's my logic, If I set this goal for my self and told no one I wouldn't feel guilty if I made a Del Taco run, or took an extra brownie, but if I have you all (and the Bear) following my progress and waiting for weekly updates then I would feel bad if I reported a gain instead of a loss.
Here's how this is gonna work. I will post my "before" pictures shortly (at work can't take my shirt off) And then I will add weekly posts with updates, pictures, and stories of how I overcame or fell to temptation. Also of activities I did throughout the week to maintain my goals. Hopefully you will be entertained and find my story helpful, until next time! Wish me luck.