Depressing Realizations

I've come to the depressing realization that according to the CDC I rank as obese. Honestly I'm not a fat person, looking at myself I'd only qualify me as overweight. Granted it's become visibly obvious enough that it has started to affect my outlook. The biggest problem with this (other than giving someone who already suffers from depression, one more reason to be depressed.) Is that though I am not yet the only income in my household I will be shortly. My family has a high history of heart problems, which as everyone by now knows only get worse with the more weight one puts on. For the sake of my family I cannot afford to be 'overweight' or 'obese'. So the time has come for some change, honestly a lot of changes are needed. I still haven't sat down and completed another lesson despite my honest wish to do so. Looks like it's time to buckle down, unfortunately that's hard to do in a household where when we're not working we're playing games. It's going to be exceedingly difficult to do class work while everyone else plays whatever our current favorite game is, but I'm never going to really be able to provide for my family until I get a degree.

So this means that a lot of the time when I could be spending time with my family I'm going to need to be locking myself away in mine and Kota' s room to work on school work. Maybe if I focus on my lessons one day each weekend I'll get back to making the progress I want to. With regards to the daily workouts I should be doing it's going to be extremely difficult once again, in a sedentary house. However; these are changes that for the future safety of my family need to be made. Kota's not physically capable of easily holding down even a part time job, and even if he could find one has difficulty keeping them due to a variety of health issues, including his own weight issues, though nothing we have tried seems to work. Perhaps I can talk him into working out with me each day, though this is definately not the right season to start such things, between his allergies and his PTC we're kind of fucked. Oh well, I've accomplished more difficult things, maybe this won't be too hard.