A fat guy who just can't take it anymore.

Jul 02, 2013 14:15


I was a fat little butterball of a baby. Throughout my younger years I managed to slim down considerably, until blowing up like a fat balloon when I hit puberty. From there it’s been a pretty constant battle with my weight- with weight winning most rounds. All throughout Middle and High School I clocked in at 240-250 pounds. Big feller. Then when I turned eighteen I met Joe. For some reason, I suddenly lost my appetite. I fell down to 190 without even trying. I was still bigger than I wanted, but it was very nice.

Not long after I started working at Chao Praya, I began to gain weight again. From there I’ve managed to stick around 220-225 without my fluctuation. I cut out Dr. Pepper from my diet entirely, and that helped, but working at Power Play (where there was a Wendys and a Taco Bell right there, and no place in the building to store food from home) helped me get back aboard the fatmobile.

Now I’ve been languishing at 220 for nearly half a year, and I’m sick of it. I’m tired of feeling fat. What’s funny is, a lot of girls and straight guys tell me that I look “normal” or “healthy” (Btw, ‘healthy’ totally sounds like a nice way of saying ‘fat’. It’s like saying someone “has a nice personality”. C’mon.) but gay guys think I’m practically obese. I mean, for an American male, especially in Memphis, I probably am “normal” (We have some really big people here) but I’m big. Luckily, I carry my weight pretty well, but so what? I’ve got fat thighs and a tummy that sticks out. I’d rather carry 170 pounds well, than 220.

So, with all this in mind, I’ve decided to seriously do the Weight Watchers thing. I’ve got a cute calculator and everything! So we’ll see how well things are going for me.

I get 49 points a day, and 49 “party points” a week. I’m 6’1, and 218lbs as of my most recent weigh-in (yesterday!). I started this program just yesterday, and even bought a nice scale for the bathroom. I will, however, only weight myself once a week on every Monday to ensure I don’t drive myself crazy.

I can do this.

real life, rant, weight

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