Damn...

Weighed in today. 368. Yes you read that right.

Two years ago I was 372. Last year at this time I was 318. Now im back to 368. I felt a tingle in my arm earlier and it alarmed me. Im sure Im completely on the edge and in deep danger of some major health issues. I fully recognize that.

I also fully recognize that this is 100% my fault. Ive gone through a lot of shit in recent months. Good stuff, bad stuff, etc. Its a whirlwind and a roller coaster. Im not proud of the fact that I neglected to take care of #1. I felt solace in food and bad habits. Im paying for it, big time... Literally!

I promise myself weekly that I will start and stay on a diet, only to last less than a week. Im really out of control.

I know, some would call this public post a brave thing to be honest about. Well, I dont feel too brave. I feel like a failure. I was on my way to a healthier life and I let it go. I gained fifty fucking pounds!!!

One close friend of mine has a weight health scare that if they don't drop the weight its gonna cause serious serious serious problems. So he's joined a gym and faithfully goes everyday. Good for him. Another friend used to weigh 270 and she is down well over 100 pounds and is gaining muscle. She quotes Arnold Swartzenegger's 6 rules everyday on FB. So inspiring.

If they can do it, I can do it. This is my intervention, folks. Im acknowledging I have a problem and I need to fix it. Starting tomorrow. The Ides of March. Let it be known... Its the day I say, ENOUGH.

Onward.