To fuckin fat

Before my Mom died, I had lost a good start of weight and I was down to 228 and even my Mom had noticed and commented nicely. That made me feel so good. Then she died and I was left with alot of responsibility and grief. I quit dieting and wallowed in life and I have gained soooo much weight. I am at the highest weight I have ever been. 265 pounds is just awful. It certainly doesn't feel good. It doesn't look good. I am a lazy person and all this weight hurts my joints and feet and that makes me even lazier. I am also not very willing to give up soda and junk. THUS, the reason I am so fat. I am my own worst enemy.

BUT, I think I have reached my done point. I think. Todd and I had bought a work out machine, but we never opened it and put it in storage. We are afraid to put it up. But, since the house doesn't look like it is going to sell anytime soon, I may ask him to go ahead and put it up. I don't know. It is big and it won't be easy to move.