Most people who are overweight, pudgy, flabby, carrying a few extra pounds, larger than questionable statistics say they should be are really fat.  When I say fat I am talking about standing in the shower and not being able to see your feet, much less your dick.  It doesn’t matter how I go this way only that I am going to change it.

I suppose I should say for the record I am a diabetic and been injured several times leaving both my knees, an ankle and a hip and finally my back and neck in a right mess.  They are part of my problem, but not my only problem.  People in my family are genetically predisposed to being fat, which works against me too.  The biggest problem though has been apathy and depression, both of which lead you to a point where you sit on your ass and stuff your face.

I wasn’t always fat.  In fact it wasn’t until I got hurt when I was nineteen that I was ever above the questionably statistic of upper weight limit for my height.  Up until that point I was active and lean.  Then all of a sudden I was in an upper body cast and couldn’t even scratch my balls much less do my daily crunches, take my dog for a walk, or go to the gym.  i was depressed and I ate.  I got some what fat, but I eventually lost it again.

I got hurt again two years later leaving unable able to do much exercise and started slowly gaining weight.  Before that was better I blew out my knee at work and spent a year and half on crutches.  You guessed it I got fatter.  I got better, I lost some weight, though it took a lot longer, then my body would say enough is enough and either succumbed to a hazard like the wet floor at Kroger’s, or one of my own stupidity like mowing wet grass.

If I was single I might have had better motivation to loose the weight and keep it off, however marriage brings along that body image comfort zone.  If you can still pleasure your wife, extra pounds don’t matter too much to her.  If your wife loves you and your fat, the extra pounds don’t mean a lot to you either.

What is different now, is I once again care.  I don’t care because I think I am about to be single again.  I don’t care because I have any problems pleasuring my wife.  I don’t care because I am worried about my health.  I do care about losing the weight, because I look in the mirror and hate what I see. I am changing for me and me alone.

This is not the man I want to be when my little girl is that age.

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