It’s 2005 and you’ve just hit what you believe to be the lowest point in your fatness.
You’re a senior in high school and you’re not in a good mood. You’re pouting, sitting cross-armed on the couch, feeling violated. Your mom just chased you around the house so she could prick your finger for a home diabetes test. You’re so afraid of the results you’d rather not know. After some prodding, you relent. Turns out you’re not diabetic, but you’re borderline. You’re relieved, but also scared. You have visions of going blind or losing a leg. Will this be the moment that finally inspires change?
It gets worse.
A few months later, after watching Super Size Me, you’re going to be inspired to hit up a McDonald’s drive-thru. On the way there you’ll get pulled over for not stopping for a full three seconds at a stop sign and get a $130 ticket. All for a #1 with Mr. Pibb, 10 Piece Chicken McNuggets with sweet and sour sauce, and a Reese’s McFlurry.
Will it be worth it?
Will it get worse?