The other day I went to put on a pair of my shorts... "tried" being the key word. "Son of a B*tch!" were the exact words to escape my lips. Where the hell did all this extra weight come from? I sure don't remember giving my body permission to store ANY extra sh*t. So I went to put on another pair of shorts... "WTF??" I quickly decided that I needed to get my fat ass into shape. Not only to expand my wardrobe (with clothes I already own) but to be healthy and alive so I can enjoy my family and my new son. Bad enough I get friggin' winded bringing up a 24 pack of water... I refuse to be winded lifting my son. So... starting this week, I'm going to eat healthier and start to walk/ride my bike. Soon after I will join the gym and get back into shape. I will be keeping a personal log on my progress here so I can be guilted into completing the task... wish me luck!
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