So I think I have finally reached that point where I am starting to really notice that I can't keep this up anymore. Today I saw myself from the side in the mirror, I was checking on something, and even though I was fully clothed I was not filled with my normal amount of "not a big deal", but instead I was slightly grossed out by what I saw. My shirt, even though it is rather large looked like I was filling it in too much, almost like I was an oddly shaped parallelogram, then when I saw my stomach, or if I were to lay down in the street the city funded speed bump, and how it folded over disturbed me. Normally from the front I don't have an issue, but this was probably the first alarm that I won't sleep through that I should really lose some weight.
I guess what this means is that I want to really look, and I mean really look, into how to fix me. I can no longer look past that how I think of myself is nowhere near what I really look like. I just can't keep up that facade anymore in my head and while I do not believe I am worth the time that I should just deal with it like having to do the dishes.
I know that this isn't the norm, but there is an occasion coming this summer in which I actually might get to have sex so I would really like to not be the human equivalent of a bean bag chair. I know that external sources of motivation are not great, at least that is what I have been told, when it comes to getting in shape, but dealing with my internal thought process of thinking I am not worth it will take far too long so just focusing on the external will help greatly. It is just the way I work and I have accepted that.
So with that I will fully accept any help and put some real effort into trying to improve my body, even if just a little.