Was She A Great Big Fat Person?

After my bachelor party, going on vacation in the backwoods of the Western US (where, amazingly, the only fucking food you can get is god damn deep fried crap) and Vegas, I got home and felt like total ass.  I was shitting funny, skin was greasy, stomach fucked up.  Drastic measures are/were needed.  Going for a few protein shakes a day, veges, and one chicken breast after working out at night.  Going to do this shit for a week.  Shrink the stomach a bit, get some decent food in me, hopefully drop some weight.  Starting this mother fucker at 226.  See what I hit.  Almost 2 days on this fucker.  Hungry as fuck.  Shitty first post.  I am a boring fuck.

Walk your fat ass home. There is no compassion here. We used to be fat, tipping the scales between 250 and 260, but we reversed that process and dangerous behavior to get into the best shape of our lives. Because we locked ourselves down, changed our lifestyles, and lost a ton of weight, we know firsthand that being obese is a choice, not a destiny.

Stick around if you would like to read about fitness, nutrition, weight loss, and fat jokes. Leave this page immediately if you are looking for words of encouragement or rational-sounding excuses for your inability to lose weight. We’re not going to hold your hand through this. We probably couldn’t get our hands around that fatty meat pie with the sausage-link digits.