Blaming the fat on...

Me.

Not because my parents let me eat at McDonnalds when I was little.
Not because they didn't encourage me to eat less.
Not because they always made sweets assessable.

Not because I spent most of my teenage years DEPRESSED.
Not because food was my best friend, hell sometimes it was my only friend.
Not because of my genes.
Not because of kids.
Not because of tragedy's that have happened to me and my family.

No, just because I ate more than I should have.
Because I never workout.
Because I sit too much.

I didn't just get fat.
I let myself get fat.

Now, I'm going to have to make myself get thinner.

Don't get me wrong I DON'T have any stupid ideas of being thin.

I've lost 92 pounds in the past (used to weigh a great deal more 300+).
I know it doesn't really change anything but the clothes you can wear and how comfortable you are on a roller coaster.

I know it wont magically make all my problems go away.

But I also know I'll feel better. And to me, to me and these kids. That makes it worth it.