To Shitlord or Not to.... BWAHAHA OF COURSE I AM Well... it's finally happening. I wrote my mom off a long time ago when it comes to weight/food/body, so I'm kinda emotionless about this.  No, she's not dying. Close though! She's getting lap band. She "can't diet while at work" so she's getting fucking surgery. She's been on a diet for two months now and lost a decent amount at first. She was down 18 lbs in the first month. I thought she was getting it, that she learned to shut her piehole. Nope, holidays hit and she's up 20. Yes, she unintentionally gained pre-surgery.  I'm mentally preparing for wind sock stomach and failure. And then she will be mad at me, and be the passive aggressive bitch she's always been. Meanwhile, I think it's a good time to buckle down on my diet and get serious about lifting heavy shit. Cardio bunny no more, I want to show my mom what strength and fitness actually look like. This is going to be the long shit, y'all. I'm going to mentally destroy this lazy, fat heifer.