Damned potato chips taste so good!

I got fat.

The holiday season hit, and I relaxed, ate some chips, had some cake, brownies, more chips, fudge, and on and on...... Oh throw in some Turkey while you're at it.

So I knew it was time for a change. My health is something that I need to retain while I can, because I really don't feel like becoming part of a large demographic (That wasn't meant to be a pun), so now I know change must occur. I made myself a new years resolution, or rather a promise, that I would curb the fast food quite a bit. I know McD's and the King are out to kill me, because I smile every time I willingly take their poison. But now that's all changed.

At one point in my life I would have said that any man who had a problem looking himself in the mirror was weak. That they needed a smack and a good yelling at for a half hour to make them see the light. Well now I look myself in the mirror and my gut sticks out, and I'm pissed. I spent a lot of years shoveling crap down my throat and kept thin because my metabolism was high. I gained some weight, and lost a bunch while on tour, but then came home and blossomed into the fine individual I am now. I'm bigger than I have ever been in my life, and most people would look and say that I'm not that big. Nuts to them. The measure I use to determine my largeness is not just my pants waist, or the scale, but something simpler. My shoes.

Huh?!? Shoes?!?!?!? What are you going on about Freeman??? Shoes. If you have a gut, try and sit down with your pants on and done up, and try and tie your shoes on your feet. It is NOT a pleasant feeling having your stomach crammed up into your chest, all the while you have to huff and puff to keep the blood flowing to your brain. In point and fact, it sucks. Other than having ones testicles slapped, it's quite possibly one of the most uncomfortable feeling one can experience. Now I experience it on a daily basis, and hate myself because of it. The thing that kicked me when I was down was being on a military exercise last weekend, and finding that I was exceedingly winded at the end of 3kms. If there's one thing that will make me change it has to be the level of anger I experience.

Now obviously I'm not a fitness guru, nor am I a motivational speaker. Heck some days it takes everything I have just to get out of bed in the morning, and my wife would testify that it takes significant effort just to get me to do something. I'm lazy and it shows. Now I'm fat and lazy, and it shows more so. So change is coming, otherwise I'll become a one man cheese burger apocalypse.

Current Weight = 219 = Not Happy