Day 9 (of 110): Still Fat

Day 9

I feel like the tone of my recent posts may send the wrong message, but: I'm still fat.

Yep, I'm still a chunky, lardass, fatty, big-bootied lardo. I'm still popping and locking with rolls of fat. I'm still walking waddling around, carrying a heavy load on two lard legs.

I know I'm fat. I've been fat for as long as I remember. And now, in less than a week I feel like this:

So, let me just set the record straight. The amount of progress I've made is tantamount to a small drop in the bucket. Now that the novelty of my renewed trials has worn off let me take a look back at the many times that I have gained and lost weight.

First when I was just in high school, I managed to lose 50 pounds and stayed that way throughout high school.

After college, I managed to lose 50 pounds.

Last year I lost 50 pounds.

What's the common feature? I always gained it back.

It makes me feel like this:

So, as I begin again and arrive at day 9, I know that I have so long to go. I know that continuing with the program is the most important thing. I know that no matter what, I must maintain my diet and work in the exercise. If I want a transformative experience, I must work for it and not be afraid to fail.

I know it's hard. It may even be one of the hardest things I ever have to do. But I am going to do it.

So today when the pushup challenge—9, 10, 10, 10, 11—was difficult. I did not quit. I spent slightly more time resting and then I jumped back in.

Until then, only 101 more days!

- The Fat Man