Okay, so I'm fat...I get it now. Since about the age of, oh 8, I have been the chunky kid. As a fatty, growing up meant "husky" size jeans, sweat pants, and general awkwardness to boot, but the worst part was my seemingly unlimited will to not do anything about it. Well, no more...As I stood on the scale in January, I was almost sickened to see 295 lbs. That isn't healthy, that isn't even remotely good for anyone (especially when they are 5'9").
This prompted a few changes; first, for the last few months I have eaten a pescatarian diet (look it up on wikipedia, because i don't care to write it out) and second, I have began the crap-tastic journey towards working out. between the two I recently got down to a so-so 270, but no where near my goal weight, so now I have added a gym membership to boost the cardio and hopefully burn off this chunk that has been with me all these years.
The process is slow-going, and not at all enjoyable, but if it will keep me going past 50, then by all means...and making something this sexy even sexier, while not fair to you ladies, is gonna be supah-shweet!
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