I have the power to fix that, and I need to. This is my Fat Chance. I'm afraid if I don't get my proverbial shit together, I am going to kick the bucket long before I'm ready.
What's my plan? TO STOP EATING ALL THIS CRAP. To move. To live. I just joined a gym. I have an appt with a trainer in the morning. I will eat more salad and fewer french fries.
Come along for the journey. I'll need the company.