Some days are just like that

I am so tired of fighting my weight and my blood sugar and worrying about what I eat and what part of it is going to probably kill me…somedays I just want to say, screw it! I’ll eat what I want, when I want and die whenever the hell it happens.

Then on other days I want to live long enough to spend all the money I’ve saved.

Then I think about that and realize that I could go through my savings in about three weeks without breaking a sweat. Which, since I’m not an eager shopper, says a lot about how little I have saved.