Happy New Year! And welcome to Big Boned Blondes. We’re big! We’re blonde! We’ve got bones! But you can’t see them because we’re too fucking fat! Like scores of other Americans, Susan and I are starting 2009 with a resolution: To lose weight. Very original, I know.

But this isn’t a matter of a couple narcissistic broads resolving to lose the same 10 pounds they’ve been trying to lose since high school for the sake of their egos. It’s two legitimately overweight women on the wrong side of 29 trying to lose a significant amount of weight for the sake of our health and quality of life.

It’s time to get real: While I’ve always been a chubster, it never seemed to affect my life or health in a major way. My cholesterol and blood-pressure were always textbook perfect, and I could generally keep up with my fit friends. In short, I didn’t feel fat (most of the time). But that’s changed. I am fatter than I’ve ever been, and it is affecting my life in more ways than one. My feet hurt. My right knee has been killing me for the past several weeks, and I get winded walking up a single flight of stairs. Sure, I live in Colorado, but I promise you: It’s not the altitude. IT’S MY ASS!

So this is it. The beginning of my journey toward achieving a healthy weight. Which, incidentally is not the weight the medical community deems healthy for me (an unrealisitic number, in my opinion). Instead, it is a weight at which I have previously felt the healthiest, strongest, and most comfortable.

It’s a long way off, and I have no doubt that getting there is going to be a lengthy process – a journey if you will. And I will document it here.