Sad to say, but I’ve hit new heights. Unfortunately I haven’t physical grown an extra couple inches higher. Just wider. I hoping this is it. This number on the scale will propel me into finally getting it done. My son is now six. I want him to be sixty before i die. I will admit I make excuses. I find my self freezing up before thinking about even exercising again. I logically know that not taking care of my self is only going to put me in a worse situation. This has to end now. This has to be the last post of desperation I write. I’m 38 years old. I can’t keep living like this. My next post will be full of determination.