The biology nerd in me did some digging into my 23andMe data. Here’s what I learned about the snps in my FTO gene. Plain and simple: I have the mutation in this one snp that predisposes me to both severe obesity and type 2 diabetes. Awesome.
I’m fighting a battle that I will never truly win, and that I’m going to be stuck fighting the rest of my life. I’ve done a shitty job of taking care of myself for the past 8 months. I acknowledge this. I have finally gotten to the point where I am tired of my own bullshit, and I’m tired of letting Fat Girl win. I’m ready to get me back to feeling good and healthy (despite all my orthopedic maladies, two of whichhave popped up since my surgery 2 years ago).
I return home next week, and I’ve got a plan in place to reclaim my health. I owe it to me to put Fat Girl in her place and make her see that once and for all, I deserve to be healthy, happy, and comfortable in my own skin.
The smile is deceptive. Happy but not with how I look.
La Guerra de La Gorda 