reality

Ok. I'm getting fat.

There. I said it. I've never been fat. I've never even been remotely close to fat. I have no frame of reference for this mushy layer about my middle.

I don't much like it there and I'd like it to go away. But wishing it away isn't working apparently. I guess it requires a bit of hard work?

But I think the first step is admitting it. Its a slippery slope I think. First five pounds then ten then twenty. Then I have a heart attack thanks to genetics and the tire around my gut.

I need to get over this inate laziness and move. And choose better foods. Its really that simple. And I need to do this for more than four weeks at a time with eight week breaks in between.

I'm not promising anything and this is not a 'I'm going on a diet' cruel world post because I know myself better than that.

Just saying it out loud. I'm fat.