The Masterplan

School: You don't have to go back at it full time, the whole nine yards. Just pick the brains out of it, take courses in literature, sculpt yourself. Thinking of which, getting a certificate in nutrition and fitness sounds like a good first step. Also, make sure that by the time little Esteban turns five, you have at the very least an Associate degree.
Exercise: Just face it: you're fat. And at this rate, you'll only get fatter. Now, the idea is not to beat yourself up about it. After all, one of the reasons people who are fat stay fat has to do with the stress they put on themselves for being so. So, start a routine exercise as of today. Shed some pounds. Visualize yourself lighter, and everyday do some physical activity. Make a calendar and track your progress.
Write & publish: The other night you surprised me. You just went ahead and published something you had written somewhere. Well, don't stop now. Do it again and while perfecting it to make it a decent book, make sure you know there's no perfection. Perfection is boring.
Move out: Have the clan ready to move out. Enough of this filthy tiny place. Enough Bronx. Tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, we'll go and strenghen the stranded relationship with aunt Astrid and look for a place to live in Queens. Isabel can later transfer to the restaurant in Queens. Or maybe find herself a job at the airport. That way Michael can leave me home when we go out.