It is so terrible that I am ashamed to share the actual number which appears on the scale when I weigh myself. Shame is not something that I am familiar with. Sure, I have felt it a time or two or maybe three in life, but I have not felt its sting in a long time in my adult life. Age 44 and a three-quarters years is not when one should be feeling it either. But I am, so be it, shame it is.
Who I want to be weighs 199, or less, but no more than 199. I don't believe there is any true ideal body weight that can be referenced on a chart somewhere. Sure there must be an ideal weight for every individual. Honestly I have no idea what that number is for me. But it has to be 199 or less for me and my 5'-10" frame (I shrunk an inch over the last decade).
Look back to the picture above. The dude you see on the right; see how happy and good looking dude he is? Then there is the dude on the left, while I'd like to believe he is good looking too; he is too big to expect to be around for as long as he wants to be among us. Which is a long long time.
OK, I'm trying to find a humorous lining here, and I have slipped into some odd third-person type. So lets get back to blunt. Today I accept the challenge, I make the commitment, and believe that I will weigh the 199 I need to just as soon as I can.
Shame or not, I weigh 320 pounds today!
Responsibility 199... Gotta do it!!
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