MasterofJune
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I hate to name this diary with an overused semi-campy phrase, but it is a fact in my life. We all see what we allow ourselves to see. I have been to a place where I felt larger, more uncomfortable, and humiliated at the size of my body. When I see beautiful people, I become uncomfortable. I think...Are they looking at me in disgust? Is there a phrase that lets itself go in their minds? Are they thinking...
"How could that guy let himself go like that?"
"At least I don't look like him."
"He is my reason not to have dessert tonight. God forbid I ever look like that."
Does the man look at me, get his girlfriends attention and then point me out?
"There is your boyfriend."
Are parents using me as an example to their could-be overweight children?
"If you keep eating like you do, you could end up like him."
"Do you want to look like him when you are older? No? Then stop eating the way you do."
I had to face a fact. I am embarrassed of myself. I hate looking in mirrors. I hate going to restaurants. I love baseball, but I hate going to the games. I even hate going to work. I would stay home all the time if I could. But we have to face the world everyday.
I don't want to have "Fat Days" anymore. I want to feel free to be myself. I don't want to wear the mask of complacence. I want to be me. I don't want to be your "Jolly Friend". I want myself to allow me to be myself.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I almost died last year due to my weight. I almost widowed my wife and left my daughter to finish her life without her Daddy. I almost completely gave up. Of course I am embarrassed, but come on...I almost killed myself unbeknown to me. I almost left this earth due to what? EATING. That is ridiculous. It is only food my friends. It is only food. I am listening to my body. I got the message. I got my moment of clarity.
For 27 years I have been fighting the battle. I am tired, I am bloody, I am bruised, but am I beaten? Not even close. I make the promise to myself. I am going to win this. I owe this to the man in the mirror. I have been beating him for 27 years. And that man in the mirror is me. I am no longer my own enemy.
My goal is to hit 250 lbs, and live a free life. A life where I may not be thin and beautiful, but fit. Healthy. Maybe a little bit of a big guy, but fit and healthy. I might even try to join a softball team.
I work in education and we go back to school on Monday. I have decided I am walking to and from work. It's about 1.5 miles one way, so that's 3 miles a day five days a week. Not to shabby. I have cut out the big things from my diet. No Potatoes, no Corn, No white carbohydrates. I am on the whole-grain, veggie filled, White meat (no pork), no sugar, no corn syrup diet. I am going to drink...Get this...brace yourself...WATER. I am also forcing portion control.
Sorry about the lengthy confession. I needed to get these things off of my chest. I needed to be honest with myself. I needed to be honest with you. That is the point of a diary right? Especially one you are sharing with strangers. Thanks for this forum. I think it's just what I needed.
"Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth."
"What truth?"
"There is no spoon."
"There is no spoon?"
"Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself."
"How could that guy let himself go like that?"
"At least I don't look like him."
"He is my reason not to have dessert tonight. God forbid I ever look like that."
Does the man look at me, get his girlfriends attention and then point me out?
"There is your boyfriend."
Are parents using me as an example to their could-be overweight children?
"If you keep eating like you do, you could end up like him."
"Do you want to look like him when you are older? No? Then stop eating the way you do."
I had to face a fact. I am embarrassed of myself. I hate looking in mirrors. I hate going to restaurants. I love baseball, but I hate going to the games. I even hate going to work. I would stay home all the time if I could. But we have to face the world everyday.
I don't want to have "Fat Days" anymore. I want to feel free to be myself. I don't want to wear the mask of complacence. I want to be me. I don't want to be your "Jolly Friend". I want myself to allow me to be myself.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. I almost died last year due to my weight. I almost widowed my wife and left my daughter to finish her life without her Daddy. I almost completely gave up. Of course I am embarrassed, but come on...I almost killed myself unbeknown to me. I almost left this earth due to what? EATING. That is ridiculous. It is only food my friends. It is only food. I am listening to my body. I got the message. I got my moment of clarity.
For 27 years I have been fighting the battle. I am tired, I am bloody, I am bruised, but am I beaten? Not even close. I make the promise to myself. I am going to win this. I owe this to the man in the mirror. I have been beating him for 27 years. And that man in the mirror is me. I am no longer my own enemy.
My goal is to hit 250 lbs, and live a free life. A life where I may not be thin and beautiful, but fit. Healthy. Maybe a little bit of a big guy, but fit and healthy. I might even try to join a softball team.
I work in education and we go back to school on Monday. I have decided I am walking to and from work. It's about 1.5 miles one way, so that's 3 miles a day five days a week. Not to shabby. I have cut out the big things from my diet. No Potatoes, no Corn, No white carbohydrates. I am on the whole-grain, veggie filled, White meat (no pork), no sugar, no corn syrup diet. I am going to drink...Get this...brace yourself...WATER. I am also forcing portion control.
Sorry about the lengthy confession. I needed to get these things off of my chest. I needed to be honest with myself. I needed to be honest with you. That is the point of a diary right? Especially one you are sharing with strangers. Thanks for this forum. I think it's just what I needed.
"Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth."
"What truth?"
"There is no spoon."
"There is no spoon?"
"Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself."