Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Yesterday I thought I might be having a heart attack. My heart was racing. I felt dizzy. I felt shaky. I felt scared. I was at work. Can you imagine being the fat waitress having a heart attack at work? The cliché. The horror. Not to mention if I died. What if I died? What if as I near 300 pounds I dropped dead and abandoned my girls because I am addicted to food? What is wrong with me? I know everything I NEED to do to lose weight but when does it become a priority? I have no clue. I am not sorry I am fat I just need to be less fat. I need to be a bit healthier.