210?!?!?!?!? No freakin' way! 198 at most but not 210 - only fatties are more than 200 and I might be "plump" but I'm no fattie. Well, I am in my super emergency fat pants and they are tight. And I busted the seams on the arms of a couple of shirts. And the neighbor kid asked me if I was pregnant (or did I have another boobie on my tummy). And I started snoring. SNORING!!! Only fatties snore, fatties and old men. And I can't take the stairs without being winded, or chase after Gabriel, or have sex - without being winded. Only fatties can't chase their kids.
Oh, crap..........................
I'm a fattie. I have a wobbly hippo bum. My clothes don't fit. I eat a lot of ice cream, and fries, and sour cream and well, pretty much whatever I want all the time. Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!
I can't believe I let this happen, but I let this happen. Me, me, me, me, me, I let this happen.
So what will I do this time? Low carb? Low fat? All cereal? No meat? Vegan? What will the yo-yo be this time?
Oh, I'm so tired of it. Off and on, and off and on, and off and on without end. Well, that's enough of that. Time to make a choice:
Diabetes, heart disease, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, giant super size pants or.....
Self control, exercise, longevity, shopping at "normal" stores, happiness with mirrors and photos, keeping up with the kid, better sex...
I'm choosing the second because I'm tired of the first. Tired, tired, tired.
This time, though, I'll do it different. This time I'll get a little help. Help from some experts, some drugs and some self control. The key will be the self control. A doctor, a nutritionist and some skinny nurses. Oh, and exercise. You know that old stand-by, exercise. Swimming, walking and Wii Fit.
It's gonna happen this time because it has to happen. It has to.
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