For my friends this may be a tough post to read. So my doctor said to me the other day, hey fat ass lose some weight. I get it, I get it. I have to lose some major poundage, this is out of control. I know I have major depressive disorder (still from Iraq, it’s been six years and I go to therapy regularly) and I know that when stressed I eat badly; I just need to figure out how to combat this. Grrr. It is like every bone in my body is fighting me while my mind says lets get up at 4 and run or something my body just lays there. I’m exhausted from doing nothing, I am even having trouble pulling it together to graduate grad school, again 
. I digress. I promise myself I’ll try harder but that is probably a lie. The whole thing is, I can’t understand why I feel this way. Most people, myself included, have always assumed people are depressed for a reason job, money, etc. but that is not the case for me at this point. Sure I am not on easy street and financially I am still recovering from three years ago but I am in a good place money wise, I was just majorly promoted at work, I am down to the final four classed for graduate school I just need to find my happy internally. On the outside I am still the same old barrel of laughs to others but inside, I’m sad; really sad. I just can’t figure out why.
So fat ass lets try to fix this.
