I never thought I was

but I guess I am....at least a little.

I guess I have the smallest bit of being an emotional eater in me.

I was pissed a bit the other night. I picked. A small bag of Sun Chips. A small bag of cookies. A small bag of Doritos. Some other stuff I guess.

I've been eating like shit for far too long now. It's showing up on my body. I'm getting sick. I hadn't gotten sick at all when I was eating right.

I need to do more than just get pissed about it.

I need to address the issues...and I need to get my shit together with eating. It will be good for me and good for my kids.

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The camera doesn't lie

Sad, but true. It's funny how the mirror can lie...or at least your mind allows it to.

But the camera....looking at pictures of yourself...damn.

I really thought I didn't look like a 51 year old guy who's gone a little soft.

I was kidding myself.

It's up to me to change that.

Ice cream sundaes and cheeseburgers aren't going to help.

If that's the outside, WTF is going on inside.

I'm playing with fire. Time to put it out.