Three 6 Mafia

May 1, 2007 ChaoticFat Other Stuff, Weight Loss, 4

Tonight to relieve the boredom, I started channel surfing and landed on HollyHood an MTV reality show staring the Oscar winning rap trio Three 6 Mafia. I come in somewhere in the middle to find that the cast is having a weight loss contest. I’m watching and one at a time, three fat men get on the scale to find out their starting weight and I realize (consciously or subconsciously) that I am fatter than the Three 6 Mafia entourage, I weigh more than each of them individually. I all of a sudden feel like I’m drowning and I can’t catch my breath…Oh crap, I’m hyperventilating. This has got to be a joke.

I’m fatter than the three big ass men (Project Pat, Big Triece and Computer) in the Three 6 Mafia entourage…what the hell! Do I need a brick to fall on my head? Do I need a brick or a paradigm shift. This is insane, but most days I don’t feel motivated to do anything, I am in this mindset…a funk.

Oh fuck, I need to get up off my ass and do something or I am going to die, plain and simple. You would think that my writing that statement and the thought of me actually dying would give me a feeling of motivation, sadness, fear or something, but I got nothing, just some words on a blog that don’t mean shit. I have been stuffing my feelings in food for so long that I am all felt out. You need to ”Hug it out, Bitch.”

I intended this blog to be funny and engaging and it’s turning out sad and depressing. I might be able to chalk all of this angst up to Period PMS, lets hope so or I may need to acquire a bottle of some mood altering drug like Prozac or Zoloft…any kind of happy pill will do.

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