Recommitted

Now is that recommitted to Weight Watchers or the local mental facility? Sometimes it feels like both.

I have been fat most of my life. Maybe not morbidly obese like I am now but I have usually had a few pounds to lose. There was one point when I weighed 145 and I was thin but not completely healthy skinny.

I have made the decision to recommit to WeWa again. How many times is this? Hell, I have no idea but hopefully this will be the last. I guess I need to figure out how to go about doing this again. Every time I quit, I gain more weight back. I am at the heaviest I have ever been at 270. That number is scary. 30 lbs away from 300. If I pick up my DS and walk, I am walking with almost 325 lbs. No wonder why I feel like dying.

I guess in a way, I am slowly dying. I am killing myself with food. How close am I to a heart attack, stroke or any other disease? I need to put down the fast food and pick up more fruit and veggies. I need to stop going through the drive through and start cooking more healthy dinners.

I need to recommit to recommitting. I need to take the first step and hopefully this blog will help. It will be my sounding board, my truth. Words to help me understand that I need to do this for not only me but for my family.