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.