Howdy again, friends, family, fiends, foes, and all you funky folks!
So, here we are, folks. I’m officially on Week 4 of what I call, “Damn, I’m Fat Again!” As you know, if you follow this blog, it’s the second time I’ve taken on this mostly mental and somewhat physical challenge. And both times, I look in the mirror and wonder how I got here, especially for the second time! It’s like my brain’s default setting is “normal sized and cool,” while my reflection says, “better lay off the crappy snacks, sugar and carbs, dummy.” But hey, the journey’s what matters, and I’m learning to make friends with the process and myself. Or at least, I’m trying to.
So, if you’re wondering how this adventure has been going so far, here’s the skinny (yeah, right) on each week’s ups and downs, the little victories, the big struggles, and everything in between.
Week 1: The Wake-Up Call
Week 1, folks, was the real “oh, crap” moment. My Doctor told me that I was “Morbidly Obese”. It’s that jolt of reality that hits you hard and your pants suddenly feel really tight, your T-shirts cling to your belly way too much, and your reflection feels more like a circus mirror that haunts you. So, the first week, I’m standing there in the doctor’s office, muttering to myself, “Damn, I’m fat again.” A harsh truth, but hey, I’ve never been…
