I called my dad after work today, I knew that he was looking at the possibility of losing his right foot and calf in the next month or so. When I called him today he told me that it's definite and he'll be losing both of his legs up to his knees. Now mind you all that he has had type 2 diabetes for my entire life and has NEVER taken care of himself, which is part of the reason why I drive myself so much to eat better and exercise more. And I have asked him why for my entire life, basically his response comes down to quality of life versus quantity, but now he wants to life forever and can't combat those cravings he's never had to before.
Anyway, when I spoke with him I was really angry, really really angry, so I went to the gym. Now, following a message from my aunt, his youngest sister, I am just broken
