"I get knocked down, but I get up again"

I don’t think I’ve ever spent this length of time (about 2 years now) really, really overweight…like seriously obese. At most in the past, I’ve gotten to “chubby” when I’ve let myself go…but I’ve still managed to look cute, you know?

Now? I’m just plain damn UGLY.

I can’t stand to see pictures of myself. I hate how I look.

What’s infuriating is that it’s withing MY CONTROL to change this.

But I’m so addicted to fried, fatty foods that switching to healthy, wholesome foods and going for a walk every day seems as possible as flying to the moon. Or flying anywhere for that matter.

I’m so uneasy. So unsettled. So UNCOMFORTABLE in my own body.

This sucks.