My health continues to give me the finger. I continue to get glimpses of what I want to believe is an idea of how to turn my sad excuse for health around. And I’m really just over the whole thing.

I keep reading all these messages of “Fat Positive” and “Body Positive” and you know, it sounds great, really it does. And yeah, diets are crap and forcing yourself into something you’re not won’t work and blah blah blah but, really? UGH! The fact that any of us are spending time working one side of the fat fence or the other is really disturbing to me.

I hate how fucked up this world is. I do. You can’t do anything you ever really want to do. There’s always someone telling you that you can’t, or your own self stands in your way, and every time you over come some hurdle, there’s only like a million more. You can’t even throw your shit down and scream “I QUIT!!!” without some asshole coming by and telling you it’s okay, that you’re a trooper, that you’ve earned a nice lay down.

I just don’t have enough patience for this shit.