Decisions, decisions....

I've thought about it before, but I'm now more than ever before seriously thinking about it.. I'm losing my vision, but that doesn't mean I have to be fat and blind, right? I've tried diet after diet, pills, herbal things, exercise, and doctor after doctor has told me that my chances of losing the weight on my own probably isn't going to happen. That only leaves a few options.  Surgical options. I'm tired of being huge. I'm tired of only being known as the fat girl. My adult life doesn't have to mimick that of my teenage/school-age years, right?  My children are far too important to me to continue this way. I might not be able to SEE them graduate from high school, but I could be there for them. At this rate, the odds are against me. I'm too young to be this unhealthy. I want to be the mommy who can get out and do things with my children and right now, I can't. The "I can't's" leave a person more depressed than anything else. Knowing "I can" if I lose the weight makes me want to reach for the stars. In the next few days, I will start my reach! (:

Yup, my life in a nutshell...

I'm sure I'll blog about things no one wants to hear about. That's why it is MY blog and not yours...  I will probably complain about a lot of things and maybe even bitch and moan a bit if you will.  But again, that's why it's MY blog.  (:

It's been yet another long day.  Christopher makes me want to yank my hair out some days and others I can't believe how lucky I am. Seriously? It's like Jekyll and Hyde living with him! Friday started out "okay".  Nick had stayed the night Thursday night because Scott was back in ICU. By the time lunch was ready, Chris had already been jacking with JB and was in a mood. I don't know if I said something wrong to him or if I breathed wrong but he blew up at me. Yippee. He went back to the bedroom and there he stayed all day until supper time. That was totally fine by me. Nick was being a butthead and I don't think I could've dealt with 2 of them!  Supper went off without a hitch, Nick finally left with mom late in the evening. The kids went to bed. Got up Saturday morning and lunch rolls around, I get it ready, ask Chris what he wants from the leftovers and the only response I ever heard from him was, "I don't care".  Of course if I'd chosen and given him what I didn't want he would've blown a gasket anyway. So, I asked if there was one he preferred over the other..  Wow...  Talk about blowing up at me...

Time to start supper... until next time!