This is awful!

I’m getting bigger and bigger and bigger. Soon I’ll be fatter than I’ve ever been. And yet … today I don’t care! I’m sick of worrying about it. I’m tired of fighting the good fight. By golly, I feel like it’s just not going to get better, and that I’m never going to be able to manage anything better, so why bother?

But then, I don’t want to give up, either, and end up like the twins.

The problem with weight loss is that you have fundamentally change your life. I guess my life is pretty screwed up if I can’t manage this aspect of it. Today I feel like there’s no way I can manage this.