Marathon Man
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This will be my year long journal, chronicling how one fat man loses 100 lbs in a year. 
I lived in Florida the last year, and I've always been fat. I say always, but there was a period around my junior year in high school when I really dedicated myself to changing my life. I dropped 60 pounds so fast that it became an easy excuse for the next five years.
Through college and the couple years since, I've packed on weight each year like a sponge soaking up water. I'd never be fat my whole life, of course. I could lose it whenever I wanted.
Then last month I was lying on the couch in Wisconsin, eating cheese curds and watching The Biggest Loser with Mom and Dad. Fat people, people bigger than me, were running on treadmills, working out all day, doing ridiculous challenges, pushing their bodies to the max. The contestants came out at the end, having transformed themselves and their lives.
You'd think that would be my moment of inspiration, but no.
"Watching all this exercise is making me hungry," Dad laughed.
"Me too." We ate some chocolate chip cookies.
Before I left for Florida, I caught a picture on the fridge of my old self. Damn I was a sexy bitch back then. It was sort of like looking at a reverse before and after.
You’d think that’d be my moment of inspiration, of tipping the scales so to speak, but no.
No, my inspiration came while singing at the top of my lungs and playing air drums on the interstate. Suddenly “SexyBack” came on.
It hit me just then, as I was shaking my big rump in the seat. So when I moved back home, I joined some weightloss groups, and decided that i was going to try to become a member of the 100 pound club this year.
F**k Justin Timberlake. I’m bringing Sexy Back.
I lived in Florida the last year, and I've always been fat. I say always, but there was a period around my junior year in high school when I really dedicated myself to changing my life. I dropped 60 pounds so fast that it became an easy excuse for the next five years.
Through college and the couple years since, I've packed on weight each year like a sponge soaking up water. I'd never be fat my whole life, of course. I could lose it whenever I wanted.
Then last month I was lying on the couch in Wisconsin, eating cheese curds and watching The Biggest Loser with Mom and Dad. Fat people, people bigger than me, were running on treadmills, working out all day, doing ridiculous challenges, pushing their bodies to the max. The contestants came out at the end, having transformed themselves and their lives.
You'd think that would be my moment of inspiration, but no.
"Watching all this exercise is making me hungry," Dad laughed.
"Me too." We ate some chocolate chip cookies.
Before I left for Florida, I caught a picture on the fridge of my old self. Damn I was a sexy bitch back then. It was sort of like looking at a reverse before and after.
You’d think that’d be my moment of inspiration, of tipping the scales so to speak, but no.
No, my inspiration came while singing at the top of my lungs and playing air drums on the interstate. Suddenly “SexyBack” came on.
It hit me just then, as I was shaking my big rump in the seat. So when I moved back home, I joined some weightloss groups, and decided that i was going to try to become a member of the 100 pound club this year.
F**k Justin Timberlake. I’m bringing Sexy Back.
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Then I decided to walk a minute. Then I took a few more quick breaks the last mile.