So, greedy bastard that I am, I dropped off the wagon, tumbled along the road for a few seconds and slid into a ditch where I lay, disorientated and semi-comatose, shoving pies and cakes into my gob with mucho gusto and no restraint.
The end result is, of course, my highest weight ever. 260 pounds. Sweet baby jeebus, what a bloater!
You know what? I am tired.....
I am tired of being tired.
I am tired of hurting all the time.
I am tired of sweating my ass off.
I am tired of seeing my fat head in the mirror.
I am tired of pulling the front of my shirts down all the time as they ride up over my gut.
I am tired of the struggle to reach my feet just to put my damn socks on.
I am tired of huffing and puffing after going upstairs.
I am tired of laying on the couch watching tv.
I am tired of looking at other people and thinking "am i that big? do i look like that?"
I AM going to do this thing this time around. I got down to 195 a couple of years back and by god I AM going to get there again, and beyond. I know I can do it, all it takes is will power and conviction and belief in myself.
I CAN AND WILL DO THIS THING.
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117.9 kg
Lost so far: 0 kg.
Still to go: 34.0 kg.
Diet followed: Not Applicable.
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