I AM FAT

Chocolate cake makes me feel good, Macaroni and cheese with bacon is the bomb. Drinking a can of arizona instead of a glass of water is soooo refeshing.

Can you see the problem?

I get into a fight with a loved one here comes the fried chicken, I get fired there goes down those mutiple white castle burgers. I look into the mirror and realize that I am wearing a fat suit and start to cry, wondering who is this woman, dip down in a deeper array of depression and kill that popeyes chicken.

Is it sicken in yet?

I think of going into a fitting room and picking out a size 8, it wont go past my knees, A size 10? Yes or course there is no way I am bigger than that. Hmmm try again boo. A 12 , A size 12 are you freaking kidding me. Walking out in such shame, I am in disbelief, passing by a nice bakery I ordered the biggest and might I say freshest chocolate chip cookie. And I kill it.

When I get home, I lay down, and I am calm. I look around and realize this is my happy place. Am I content this way. Pants button barely closing, jumping up and down to get my favorite jeans on.

No, No, No I am not. Right there and than I came into a reaization that in order to change me, I needed to work out me. Like actually work out on me. Food is magic, it makes you feel so alive. Wait, wait im getting side tracked!

We might all feel un happy with what we see in the mirror, akward when family and friends look at us different, sitting down in a two seater and taking up both seats. Whatever it is we need to realize what is happening. We need to be honest with ourselves and do what we need to do to fix it.

Deal with it, yes that tub of KFC chicken will hit the spot or that chocolate molten cake will make you feel all good inside. But what it wont do is help you looked snatched in that 2 piece you bought from vicky secrets.

So lets do what we gotta do and take responsibility and make changes now!

xoxo SHAY!