I don’t mean like “I’m going to stop making fart jokes” serious. I’m talking taking my health seriously. I’m 33 years old. When I started this blog I was a little 21 year old college kid who didn’t know shit. I thought I would crash the world with my mind blowing comic books and whatever. Nope, I’m now 33, work for a software company, married and have five kids.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife and kids. Anyone who knows me will tell you that, and if you spend 10 minutes on my comic sites you will see that as well.
But I’m fat.
There, I said it. I’m a fat fuck.
Before I started giving a shit (which was three weeks ago yesterday) I weighed in at 310 pounds.
Three Hundred and Ten fucking pounds.
That was the straw. I can’t live like that. I can’t live panting when I walk, sweating when I do anything and unable to play with my kids for more than 5 minutes.
I had to take action. So I did.
With the help of my amazing mother, the support of my wonderful wife, I joined 30/10 Weight Loss For Life.
I was skeptical at first. However, three weeks later I’m down to 282.4lbs. That’s a 23 pound loss from my first weigh in office at 305lbs.
TWENTY THREE POUNDS IN THREE WEEKS.
If (and I will) keep this up, I will be down to 225lbs by the time Kaylie and I celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary.
I plan to update this blog with my progress, probably weekly. So if you care, stay tuned.
All the love,