"The road ahead will be an rough one. There will be blood. There will be sweating. There will be the occasional longing to quit. But I will not fall. I will bend....but I will not break."

I repeat this mantra to myself as I look in the mirror every morning and stare in amazement at what used to be a machine. The 6 pack I once had has been replaced by a mound of dough that is my stomach. My once chiseled face has been replaced by something that looks more like a bloodhound than a man. Needless to say...I'm fat.

I am everything I used to resent. You ever walk through the mall and see the short fat guy with the bad shave and raccoon eyes and wonder why that hot chick is walking with him? Thats me.
Once I was at the gym and my Ipod went dead in the middle of a set. Not wanting to get out of the rhythm I was in, I kept my headphones on and kept truckin'. Meanwhile, there were these two good looking (but older) women standing about 3 feet in front of me and I noticed they would glance over on occasion. I knew they were talking about me and since I had headphones on they thought I wasn't even listening. I was trying to make out what they were saying and when I actually did...I began to wish I didn't hear a damn thing:

Girl 1: "Look at this guy"
Girl 2: "Yeah. He's kinda cute"
Girl 1: "Yeah he is...imagine how hot he would be if he wasn't so fat"
Girl 2: "Oh my god-I was thinking the same thing!"
Girl 1: "You were? Let's go fuck ourselves" <--This part may or may not have happened.


Can you believe that sh*t?