Today I am going to talk a little about what has been going on. Hopefully not in a “ahhhhh I am soooooo fat” way. Because I am not and even if I was so the fuck what. More in a “trying to stay body positive while your number one symptom of a system gone wrong is weight gain leads to some difficult, desperate moments” kind of way.
Between the health issues, a less than active winter and genetics better suited for the life of an Eastern European peasant my weight has been steadily creeping up these last 4 months or so until I hit that 200 lb. barrier two weeks ago which was the straw that finally made me face reality. (yep.. total mixed metaphor. Deal with it) The reason it freaks me out has more to do with health than appearance. I look pretty damn good when I want thank you very much. In my family we have a high risk of both diabetes (or “the sugar) and heart disease (or the heart attck of death). Besides eating healthy the best way to prevent either of those things from killing me before I can get all my work done in this life is to keep my weight in check and excercise. Both of which are currently at epic failture levels here. So after screaming at the scale for being an outright lying bastard I decided it was time to start walking my talk.