At the time of this writing, I'm 43 and morbidly obese.
Also known as FAT.
I've been overweight for about 36 years now. I don't know anything else.
Recently, while getting ready for work,
my piss bucket tipped over, and spilled out all over my carpet.
That would be approximately a gallon of my urine. The carpet was soaked through
Suffice it to say, my roommates were not pleased.
Now, you, humble reader, might be asking yourself,
why does this guy have a bucket of piss in his bedroom?
The simple, short, to the point explanation is laziness.
Pain, weakness, mental instability and laziness
The next morning, a similar less dramatic incident occurred.
It was at that point that I recognized the ground floor.
DING!
That satisfying, definite, certain ding that you hear on an elevator,
that notifies you that your floor has been reached.
I recognized the deeply buried in the bedrock, bottom.
There is no further to fall.
When those elevator doors opened,
I stepped out and all I can see is the 36 year rut I have excavated for myself.
I have avoided adult responsibility like the plague.
I have remained painfully child-like.
Incompletely launched
Afraid
I see the wreckage of a wasted life.
I see that it's time to grow up.
I hope that this chronicle will help me to crawl, claw, climb my way to the person I am meant to be.
Maybe someone will be inspired by it.
I will be sharing my life.
Memories
My history
Trying to unravel what has brought me to this day.
I will share the moments of the journey I am now undertaking.
It begins with changing what I eat........
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