It just goes to show

I could grumble. I could complain. I could b_tch and moan about how I was mimicking what I saw my mother do.
But the truth of the fact is that now that I know how I got this way, I need to fix it.
And fast.
Apparently dropping weight will make my horomones get into proper alignment.
I should be thankful that I feel very much less hungry as of late, and that if I am not thinking about it, I don't feel any pains of hunger at all, even if I haven't eaten most of the day.
What I really need is to get on my bike and go for a nice long ride.
Honestly, I am mad at my mother for not letting me use the bike my senior year of highschool as transportation.
If she had... I would not be in this situation, where I have all the symptoms of a disorder that, if left unchecked, will 'mature' into Diabetes.
I do not want to have Diabetes.
I want to have children later in life.
My mother is no help at all. In fact, she holds me back a lot. So I am going to say "Screw you, it's MY life" to her, and do what I want.

Even if it means going for a walk at 2 am 'cause I can't sleep.