Again

Ohoh, here I go gaining weight again. I'm back on sugar, and generally tired of caring. My health is in the shitpan, but I'm soooo sick of trying to maintain control. I guess this is one of those floating times I describe in my memoir. Of course my body is responding as millenna of evolution dictates, jelly belly, spare tire, tight jeans, and that peculiar look that my face takes on when my weight is up. I really don't give a crap about the fat anymore; I now wonder if I'll be kicking myself in the ass in twenty years for ignoring the facts now. Of course the ass-kicking will come on the form of diabetes, heart disease, crappy joints, etc. I almost can't wait.

How do I regain control? Maybe there's a phone app for that. If anyone knows, please spill your guts.

What a beautiful day! I'm finding it difficult to face the prospect of procuring food for the day. If I was alone, I probably wouldn't have a crumb in this house. How ridiculous for a food addict to live with a natural anorexic. How I wish I could be more like him. But no, everyday I have to fight this damn addidiction, never knowing how I will be able deal with it. Will I live? Will I lose? Sometimes I can only live through another day without overstuffing my gas tank.

nemesis

Weekends are the hardest. I think I gain each pound on Sat or Sun, then I struggle with it throughout the week. My addiction to sugar is pretty serious. My nemesis.