Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Why, you may ask...

It started when I got on the plane to go see my sister in Atlanta and I needed the seat belt extender. Wow, I thought. Another year like this and I'll be like Kevin Smith, being forced to buy a second seat or get off the plane. I have been fat most of my life, in one way or the other. It's funny thinking back to my youth, when a little chub made me really self conscious, and now I would give a nut to have a body like that. Jesus, how did I let this get so out of control?

So, yeah. I say it started on the plane. But in reality, I think the plane was the last straw. I have been letting my weight make the decisions for my life for years now, and that was just the final nail in that coffin. Couple that with some other health problems, CLEARLY attributable to my weight, and I was done. I don't intend to get all Biggest Loser on anyone, and that's not really what this blog is about. It's more about being fat, the trials and tribulations of being fat, and the neverending quest to no longer be fat. I will share previous exploits and adventures on this long road, and hopefully give you some progress as I try once again to reach that longed for goal: to buy a freakin' pair of pants off the rack!