Funerals and fatness
Well, it hit me hard this week.
Not only the sadness over the loss of my grandmother, but some other factors this week leading me to a not-so-good place.
This Saturday, the whole family will gather to honor and remember my grandmother's legacy, and while yes, I realize it's not about me, this unfortunate and unexpected 'family reunion' will once again find me very unfit.
At last step upon my specially-purchased scale, I weighed 385 lbs. This is just five pounds shy of my all-time heaviest.
My cousins, mother, friends, and yes, even my now deceased grandmother have all warned me for YEARS about my weight. And each time I took what they said with a grain of salt, along with several hundred other grains of salt, piled onto various fried foods.
For YEARS, I've used flimsy excuses like a broken foot when I was 18, poor metabolism, genetic disposition, depression, carb addiction, anything that made it sound like it wasn't my fault.
I AM A FAT, LAZY PERSON AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT.
There, that feels better, very Republican of me I think.
I am ready, and hereby publicly declare that I will do everything in my power to overcome this.
Stay tuned, Memoir-Maniacs, the revolution will be BLOGGED.
Okay, a little over-dramatic, but what the heck.