I am fat.
Not overweight, big boned, or heavy.
Not husky, fluffy, or fun sized.
Fat.
No way around it. It started toward the end of my time in the Marines. Once I stopped the mandatory exercise and God awful morning runs my natural laziness kicked in and I spent the next 20 years getting fat.
Now I am tired of it.
I am tired of finding comfortable clothes that after washing a couple of times shrink and are no longer comfortable. Tired of my feet, legs and knees hurting so much at the end of the day. Tired of the fatigue. Just tired of it.
So starting January 1st I am making changes. I realize that I cannot undue years of damage overnight and this is going to be a long battle. As I go through this I want to enlist the help of others. Help hold me accountable. I am going to chronicle the ups and downs of this struggle. The bottom line is that this is not something I want to do, I have no choice to do it. I have a family that depends on me and at the rate I am going the future is not good.
So there it is. 100 pounds in the 1 year’s time. You will all have front row seats. So do not hesitate to ask me how it is going, encourage me to keep going, call me out when I feel like giving up. I go this way by myself, but it will take others to help me get out of it.
This is not a resolution, it is a rescue.
