Fat

The other day I went to the grocery store to pick up dinner for my wife and step son and I bought a small stash of junk food for myself.  When I got home I put it on top of the refrigerator because I’m ridiculously tall and no one else in the house is ridiculously tall and if I stash stuff there no one will see it.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I was down 30 pounds.  Am I still down 30 pounds?  No.  I doubt if I’m still down 3 pounds.  I’m done.  I am going back to weight watchers on Saturday and getting my stupid moron off the wagon ass back onto the god damn wagon.  As of this moment I am also 100% on board for weight loss surgery.  Granted I’ll probably start chickening out any second now, but at this particular moment in time?  I’m in.

I am so sick of hating myself.  Maybe if I hate myself more I’ll do something about it.

If you comment on this post I won’t read it.  Ever.  So don’t.  I don’t want to hear it.