Hello my name is Eric Acosta and I am the Fatman. I am currently 41 years old and about 100 pounds overweight. I have a sit down job, I smoke, do not control my food intake, and if I work out it is probably once a month if that. Because of this Diabetes and Hypertension has governed my life for too many years. I am married and have a son from a previous marriage. They are my world and I have been too selfish not considering the effects of my actions nor what their life would be if I were to drop dead. This has become a daily thought for me, DEATH. Sometimes I am driving having a smoke, sometimes I am just sitting down watching the hypnotic box that has been my lifelong demon. Other times I can be awaking in the wee hours by my body sweating out the poisons I choose to devour, normally at night when I know it could kill me. Why? Why do I choose this slow torture and criminal injustice to myself and family? Because of the unreachable and evading curse known as tomorrow! Well as we all know tomorrow never comes.
I made a decision for the hundredth time this past Monday to get in shape and tell tomorrow to fuck off. I started the week at 288lbs and today I am down to 281. That’s 7 pounds doing nothing except showing a little control. How bad and what kind of stupid decision’s have I been making. Doing nothing and dropping that weight. Well to me it is no surprise I have been here before. I drop Whoo, doing great I deserve a treat, and maybe one more. Well I did badly yesterday… mmm so I’ll just get back on track on Monday, you know tomorrow.
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