Yes, I have decided to just flat out say this out in the open.
I. am. fat.
I fucking hate it. I hate that fast food tempts me around every street corner. I hate that I can’t breathe after going up stairs. I hate that my kid looks at me as fat.
I got on a scale yesterday after not being on one in almost a year and the number told me 243.
That is all I thought. Then, my thoughts went to, when did I go from 142 to 243? Of course, I was 142 when I was 17 years old (20 years ago).
I can’t let this happen. I can’t let it win! Satan wants me to be fat! He wants me to shovel that cheeseburger in my mouth and sit and watch my kid play Just Dance when I should get up and move myself! I hate you Satan.
But I have free will…and food is my addiction.