Breakout the chisel; here we go.

I decided to start blogging today. For those who don't know me, this is a huge step. I am stepping out of my comfort zone. I am the one who is there but does not say much for fear of bringing attention to myself. When I was a child, my mother would have lots of company at our house. Everyone was old. That meant older than me. Once and a while, I would open my mouth to contribute to the conversation. My mother would immediately put a stop to this with one of her "isms" children should be seen but not heard. Now that I am so far removed from childhood, I cannot bring myself to break that rule. It was one of the layers that built the doormat I am today. I am trying to break out of my doormat shell a little bit at a time. One of the first things is learning to take care of myself. I have allowed most of the aspects of my life to get out of control. I am overweight. I am broke. I am depressed. I have health issues. I have parental issues. I have relationship issues. There are more but I am trying not to brag. Oh, yeah. I am sarcastic.