Alright... its official I am a fat ass. You all have probably known this for sometime but the fat guy in the mirror finally looked up and saw himself.
Problem is Kim was pregnant and I gained all the weight, well most of it and mine didn't come off thru hours of pushing. All I got was a clogged toilet, a bad case of hemorrhoids and an additional 20 pounds.
Doesn't help any that I've quit all tobacco (except when JT is around to bum one from) which added another 15 pounds.
So today at a svelt 260lbs, I have resolved to finally do something about it and start eating better. Problem is I live on a corporate expense account and business meals. (My company's name is EMC which I have been told stands for Eat More Cow.)
Hard to be the quintessential salesman ordering salads, chicken wraps and water with lemon while you encourage your customer to go ahead order the Filet Mignon and another beer. I guess I could go ahead and get a fag makeover ala Michael and it may make better sense to them. However, sweater vests and faux hawks just don't match my F-250 with camo interior and lord knows with gas prices I can't afford a Miata.
Alas I am entering my mid-thirtys and with child need to do things right. So today marks the beginning and I figured I should blog to mark the special occaision. Alright talk to yall later, I need to get back to my cookies and milk.