The late revival of an earlier resolution...

On the 31st of December, I made to myself a resolution, to be good and finally get fit; essentially the typical for the vast majority of women. My exact resolution was that I, from the 1st, should not be allowed to consume any chips, chocolate, cake, cookies, ice cream, lollies, deep fried foods or anything else generally fat making. Whilst I have for the last few years unofficially banned myself from having most of the aforementioned contraband (with the exception of lollies for which I have long held a particular weakness), I have found that with my newly acquired idle hours, and before that the stress of the HSC, I have become some what laxed and, often under the influence of my naturally slim friends *brandish fist*, I have been tempted to indulge.
Now however I intended to renew my resolution. Starting February 1st, I shall no longer consume any of the aforementioned  contraband nor should I allow myself to over eat out of what, in retrospect, I can only assume is sheer bored or stress. It is my further intention to exercise more often, continuing to attend yoga and go to the gym as well as at least 30mins of exercise at home per day be it by working through yoga exercise or going for walks.
I have for several years played the role of the typical angsty teen with all the usual insecurity and self loathing though in my case it is sincere; something I attempt to conceal or at least not mention rather than a ploy for attention. I have endured my mother and close confidants, who are aware of my opinion of myself, as they have attempted to convince me that I am not fat. I acknowledge the logic that, being a (Australian) size 8-10 with a BMI of 23,  I can't be as large as I seem to think I am but the fact of the matter is I cannot escape the firm conviction that I am fat. These are my honest feelings on the matter and I am in a way glad to have finally come out and said it; if only on an my sad little blog which no one ever reads. I have seen the photographic proof; I can see it every time I look at myself and in my very presence around my friends or alone in my room I am painfully aware that fact. This is why, after my cutting down of contraband and trying to make lighter choices has failed, I am going to get strict and set myself a goal.
Currently I weigh roughly 66kg. My original goal was 10kg, taking me to a weight of 56kg and BMI of 20 (still within the healthy range) but I have been persuaded that this is a little excessive, so instead my goal for the year ahead is to get down to 60kg giving a BMI of 21. Not to worry I will go about this in the healthiest possible manner and such a goal would still keep me with in the healthy BMI range.

Now, having thoroughly bored you all with my self obsessed whining, I shall bid you good night and leave you to enjoy this rather useful health tip....

To avoid harmful prions, do NOT eat brains.