Getting Fat Was Fun…Until I Woke Up
Many times on this blog and in life I've said that "weight loss is a journey" and I am truly a firm believer in that. My journey has taken me on a 10 year road to reverse 5 years of damage. This journey has brought some bumpy roads, some blown tires and some winding roads but I feel that with everything that I've been able to accomplish so far there is a flat section of road ahead of me. Getting fat was fun. Late night pizza. Closing the bar down and stumbling home. Food challenges (have I ever mentioned that I set a record at IHOP for most pancakes eaten at one time at 25). Drinking a case of beer and then some. I would literally eat anything that was put in front of me. Food made me feel good. Food was the thing that what I was known for. I loved my wife's maternal grandmother and always will. She was a great cook and was a wonderfully caring woman. She would ALWAYS make my favorite dishes for every gathering. People remembered those things that I loved an