It is 2012. People everywhere are evaluating their lives and themselves. Being that I am a person, that means me too.
I’ve always avoided this. But now it’s time for me to confront it. I am really, really fat. Obese even. I weight a lot. And I know that. I just hate it when other people, especially those in my family bring it up. I use my weight as armour, deflecting and defending myself. Dieting? Well, let me eat a ton to show you that you can’t pressure me into doing it. Rude looks? Let me be fat and happy just to spite you.
Let me also add that I’m not doing this out of some convoluted mindset. I am doing this because I want to. Not because I “need” to, because I feel pressured to, etc. It is for me and of me.
So. Shall we begin?
It’s January 1st. I had two eggs and some oatmeal for breakfast. My brother and my dad just went to the grocery store. Which means there will be easy to cook meals, snack foods, and food that is generally unhealthy. I don’t even like it. Take pizza rolls for example. They are nasty. But they are easy to make and if you eat enough of them, you feel full.
The twisted thing about this type of shopping is that it is the most cost efficient for our large (both in body and in numeric size) family. I would buy my own food, but a.) that’s expensive. b.) i have no safe place to put it so it’ll be just for me. my family would attack it in a matter of hours. no joke. no food is safe in this house, not even if you mark it.