I'm fat and forty - but you got that from the title of yet another blog. Just what the internet needs, some middle aged sad sack crying about his weight and how hard it is to get in shape. Boo hoo, poor me. But I need a venue to vent, and bitch and cry. If you are so inclined I welcome you to my little part of the internet.
I wish I could say this was the first time I trotted myself out onto the internet in an attempt to loose weight. But it isn't. I was a pretty funny but smug little shit last time I was online. Speaking from an assumed authority that I self bestowed. I don't know where the arrogance came from but I had the brass to repackage what I found online and teach it like I had learned it from actually doing more than clicking my way through somebody else's webpage.
This time I'm approaching this as a journal - something probably best kept private, but in an attempt to get some sort of accountability I am making it public. I'm not going to teach shit that I haven't earned with sweat and early morning grumbling. That I promise you and myself.
I have had some moderate success with weight loss in the past - meaning I am down twenty five pounds from my high of 340 lbs. I currently tip the scale at about 313 on a good day after a heavy shit. But I plateaued in both weight loss, effort, and motivation during my final year of nursing school. I could blame school but I think loosing weight just got hard and I have a tendency to quit when things get hard. Damn, balls don't feel so brassy now that I've admitted that.
It's 1:47 AM and I got bored looking at Facebook and porn hours ago, so it's time to his the sack. G'night all y'all.
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