1. I need to get off my ass and get to they gym more often.
2. I need to eat better/less.
3. A diet coke does NOT cancel out a bacon cheeseburger and fries.
4. I do not want to die of fatness.
5. My husband and, as a result, my daughter would wither away and die if I weren't here to pat them, feed them, and clean up after them.
6. I don't want husband and kid to expire.
7. Delaying getting my fat ship out of Port Lazyton and on it's way to Fitfordshire will only prolong the icky feeling I have and deepen my despair thus leading to the sort of depressed sadness only understood by black clad goth high school kids forced outside for P.E. on a beautiful San Diego afternoon.
8. Depression mentioned above will only lead to more emotional eating. See #3.
So, if I don't get my shit together I'm going to get fatter. It's just a fact. I am an emotional eater if there ever was one. I guess I've been bummed because I have a reunion coming up. And, based on what I've seen from Facebook (God, help me I can't stop Facebooking) everyone in my class looks fantastic except for me. I have exactly seven months to get less fatty (and somehow get a PhD in something awesome and invent a time machine or something equally impressive). Tomorrow is Monday. Tomorrow we fight!!!
I just read all your posts.
ReplyDeleteFirst, you have a terrific, comic writing style.
Second, you rock.
Third, do you want anyone to read your blog?
Fourth, would it help you stay motivated if you knew someone was reading? Well, you do have followers.
Fifth, I don't know what's fifth. You go.