OK, so it's Friday night and all I have to do is listen to my husband playing Call of Duty and have a drink while I try not to think about how fat I am. My youngest son turns 21 tomorrow. I should feel something about that but I just don't. I love all my kids so much but I just don't get how I am supposed to accept that they are adults.

I am constantly thinking about how fat I am. I can really see the difference now. I know it is becacuse I am not working out. In my head I am working out by doing more at work and at home but I know I am kidding myself. I have to start going back to the gym on a regular basis. OK so I just hate myself today.... Don't judge me. Just let me hate myself...