Recently I came face to race with the hard reality that I’m fat. I stepped on the scale for the first time in months and almost burst into tears. It was bad. Really bad. I wondered how I got to this point but then realized that it’s because I’ve been finding some sort of weird comfort in food. My life has drastically changed in the last few months. I’ve lost a roommate, moved across the country, lost several friends and I’ve started 3 new jobs. Food has been the only thing that has been consistent. But it’s time for a change. I refuse to be both single and fat. It’s not what I want. So good luck to me as I try to develop an obsession with fitness.