OBVIOUSLY...

I'm not dead from a heart attack. However whatever it was scared me. Enough to start taking better care of myself? We will see. Baby steps. I have been somewhat productive today. 1) Went tanning. Ok, don't judge me here. It's good for my mood and my problematic skin-plus my sister once told me that tanned fat is always better than white fat. 2) Played fetch with my dog Tank-yes he is living up to his name. 12-15 pounds full grown my ass Mr. breeder! He's 15 pounds now and only 5 months old! And we are pretty sure he was the runt!!! 3) Best thing I did today was clean out our one and only (for the time being) car. I usually don't let it get this bad. I've been lazy, and waiting for the weather to be somewhat decent. Today was the day. I cleaned out 3 grocery bags of crap. I try not to be a nag. I know I've asked (hopefully nicely) for the family to try and help me out to take better care of it. Why can't we all do our part? Does anyone else have this problem? *sigh* Obviously I'm the only one that cares about it.