I found out recently that I am approximately 230 lbs.
overweight, according to my BMI. I’m honestly
surprised I’m not dead.
You don’t really notice it as it gets worse, just some
things get harder to do. You think “I’m
just getting a little older.” Then you
decide “what the heck. I haven’t stepped
onto a scale in a few months. Let’s see
where we are with this whole ‘being a pudgy guy, sopping up the joys of life.’” Then you notice that you can’t weigh yourself
on the office gym’s doctor’s scale because the scale doesn’t go that high. Then you find a digital scale that can be
used to weigh medium-sized livestock...
Then you get scared for your life.
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| You're a dead man waddling. |
What’s worse is that you don’t realize what you are seeing in the mirror until someone puts a number in to add perspective. What you thought you saw in the mirror every morning, from the chest up, suddenly tastes like a lie you were telling yourself. And it was.
