I'm a Blimp

I'm fat. Crap.

And I'm sick of this "Oh you're not fat, you're fine" bullshit. I'm fat. I know it. It sucks. Crap. Last spring I lost like, 10-15 lbs and then this fall I've gained at least 20 lbs. Which is horrifying.

The irony is, the weight gain started when I learned I have unbelievably high blood pressure for my age. My average blood pressure over the summer was like, 160/105 (if you are anything like I used to be before I was diagnosed with high blood pressure, you have no idea what that means. Healthy blood pressure is below 120/80).

So just as they're starting to test me to figure out why I have the blood pressure of a 60 year old with heart disease, my body is depressed and stressed and hoarding food like a madwoman. Go figure.

My weight gain also coincides with my turning 21, which might have something to do with it. I don't think I drink THAT much. No more than before I was 21 ;). But it still seems to have had an effect on my health.

My cousin Kristine posted this link to a Life Expectancy Calculator and I took it. My results were basically "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

If I can somehow get my blood pressure down (if the doctor's ever figure out what's up with that) and I can get my weight down by about 40 lbs, I can add 10 years onto my life.

Though that won't help if I get hit by a bus tomorrow or something.