I’m six feet tall. When I graduated high school I weighed 140 pounds. Skinny. For the next eight years I lied and told people I weighed 150, and my weight gradually crept up to 146. I looked forward to the day when I could truthfully say I weigh 150 pounds, and that day finally arrived this summer. I was pretty happy about it, but all too soon my excitement turned to dismay; I now weigh 156. That means I gained 6 pounds in 8 years, then 10 more pounds in about 6 months. Whaaaat???
Sure, I knew that sooner or later my metabolism would slow down and I would gain weight. I always envisioned that gain to take place in the shoulders, chest, and biceps. Instead, mostly just my butt has gotten bigger (and that has been welcomed), but lately I’ve noticed that my love handles are now almost capable of living up to their name, instead of just being bony hip projections like before.
The point I’m trying to make is that this sucks. Pretty soon I’ll have a potbelly, I just know it. Can you imagine anything sillier than a skinny guy with a potbelly? I can’t. So I decided to take drastic measures. I’m cutting out sugary beverages (except my usual one soda on my day off), and I’m going to stop glutting myself on free food when I’m at work. If that fails, I might have to resort to…exercise. Bleghh.
I love the pictures, it adds so much.
I love that you and Stephanie are both so against actually working out just like your mother.
I can print out that picture of you holding Tucker so you can see what you’ll look like when your belly arrives.
It is quite silly looking.
I’m excited =)
David!
You know that the ‘free food’ at work actually does have a price. It’s loaded with butter and very fattening ingredients. And even if you do get a potbelly, you’ll be the best looking skinny guy with one. It might actually become a trend. Love ya! Have a good sugar free day!