I don't even have any halfway decent pictures of us that I am not hiding behind Dwayne.
I am miserable, 244 pounds, I have heel spurs and achilles tendonitis and the beach made me miserable. I could not walk on the sand, I could not get out of my beach chair, who knows how bad I looked without my cellulite covered up nicely and I was just plain miserable. Usually when we leave, I become almost tearful because it is my favorite place on earth, this time I was just ready to go home and lay on the couch. I have got to do something.
