Introduction

Hi everybody, I'm Wynter. I'm the newest contributor to I AM THAT GIRL and I could not be more excited about talking to you all every week.

I went back and forth about how I wanted to approach this first post. Do I snark away and delight you with my self-deprecating wit, or do I get heavy-handed and emo, so I can really drive home my weekly intentions for you?

Then I thought, how about just getting straight to the point? I'm a talker and as you'll discover, love to dish on any and everything but truthfully, my goal here is to share my experience and hopefully you'll feel comfortable sharing your stories with me.

My late Grandmother acted like she was born 60 when I was young. It wasn't until after she passed that I started to recognize that she was young once, sassy and free. But because I grew up with her in this period where she collected regrets, I noticed that I was sort of doing the same thing, and at only 31! There's no time like the present, especially with the start of the new year, to reevaluate your priorities and goals in life.

Don't get me wrong, I love myself. You will soon learn that I truly think pretty highly of myself and I think it's a byproduct of living in this self-absorbing capitol of Los Angeles. There is a difference, though, between being confident and being satisfied. I have a goal for this column and that is to talk a little bit about my journey to total self-acceptance. If I've learned anything about the type of advice I give is that people take it, even if I don't.

Two years ago I suffered a crushing blow. I turned 30. You know when women in their 30s tell you how excited they are that their 20s are over? It's because they were hoping by the time they reached 30, the fact that they spent the last 10 years being either wildly unprepared or plotting desperately to get ahead that there must be some gold pot at the end of 29 that says, "Welcome to Adulthood � It's all good."


On my 20s, well I lived, loved and learned and I will share those details, but I want to take all that I've gained, so I can apply it to life now and hopefully to you girls out there. I figure if I share that I'm constantly "in progress" you will see that it is the journey not the destination.

Today we will tell ourselves the truth about well, ourselves. Truth: I gained 40 lbs in the last year on top of being 30 lbs overweight. I need to lose about 70 lbs. I don't like the way I look in clothes or that I've graduated slowly four sizes. I am quitting smoking, lowering my alcohol intake and ridding myself of this low-grade hoarding habit I've developed. It makes me feel bad. So now what? I am going to spend the next year losing this weight I so effortlessly piled on and document it here. It's not going to be your standard, I lifted this, weighed that, ate that, refused that blog situation. No, it is more involved, eventually graduating to a full-on multimedia experience.

I can you promise you this; I'll always be honest and straightforward. I'm a lot less clinical than this post in general and instead of spewing every little intricacy and idiosyncratic tendency I possess, I'd rather let it play. I promise you'll be informed, encouraged and enlightened. We're all in this together.

It really is the journey, not the destination. I look forward to you joining me!Images courtesy of Fieldinspectorjobs.net, Zayogablog.com

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