My name is Angie, and I'm a slacker.
I'm also a fat-ass. A slacker fat-ass.
Can I confess something?
Even though I try so hard to love myself and accept myself-I don't.
I hate my body. I hate that I'm fat. I hate that I'm flabby.
I am filled with disdain for this shell I carry around.
When I walk into the kitchen the voices in my head sing
"Fatty fatty, two by four, can't fit through the kitchen door."
I am fully aware that this is something I have the power to change.
Every day I tell myself I'm going to make better choices.
I'm going to drink more water.
I'm going to give up sugar.
I'm going to exercise.
Every day I fail.
I mean seriously.
I'm at my highest weight ever.
I went to Torrid (the fat girl store) and barely fit in the biggest size I've ever worn.
That really makes you feel like shit.
Why is it that I can't stick with anything?
That I can't remember to drink water?
That I still eat like crap even though it doesn't make me feel good?
That I don't get up and be active?
Seriously, how do I get motivated?
I need some tips.