Today I have to decide whether I stay where I am or move back in with Mom and DAD. It's not something I want to do, but it seems necessary. Being broke and unemployed sucks, especially when you're over 40.

Sometimes I daydream that someone will come to my rescue, but the only person who will save me is ME. I just don't know how to be saved.

My Belly Doesn't Shrink

I'm sitting here looking at the beach ball on my stomach and feel GUILTY. I always feel this way but I inevitably stroll down to the local bar and guzzle endless amounts of cheap beer. The correlation between these two facts is not lost on me. I complain about my weight, but there's not enough I do about it to change the situation.

This is my first posting and I'll leave you with a pic of the offending blob.