Wednesday, March 05, 2003

Obesity is a serious problem facing many Americans today. Depending on whom you believe it may very well be the number one cause of death in the United States. Of course it makes my parents to beam with pride to know I am contributing to this deadly epidemic. Then again Americans live so damn long anyway eventually something has to claim us. Other then dying under a beautiful blonde gymnast instructor, I can't think of a better way to go then by eating a nice greasy hamburger. Yet, I fully admit to selling out and trying to conform. According to the fat nazis I am obese. Now this is a huge improvement over two years ago when I was classified as morbidly obese, otherwise referred to as fucking fat. Currently I am working out 6 days a week to lose 20 or 100 pounds so I will be considered healthy. The last two months have entailed between 10-14 hours a week of cardio and weight training. That is roughly over eighty hours I have dedicated to personal fitness. And, I wonder why? 14 year old girls lift heavier weights, 80 year old men last longer on the treadmill and stationary bike, yet I continue to humiliate myself in order to attain a "healthy" lifestyle. Something is wrong here. I really empathize with women, because they have dealt with societal peer pressure towards body image since forever However, I am a guy, at one time men were expected to be big and burly. Now, everyone from People Magazine to the fucking National Institute of Health demands that I work out for hundreds of hours, eat protein laced pig manure, and feel good about it. You know what; fuck them I am on strike from the health establishment. Furthermore ladies this is an invitation for all of you to go on strike as well. Enjoy yourself, and don't try to look like skeletor. By the way I have a history with big women, so next time you take a bite out of a cheeseburger rest assured that you can always land a guy like me. Maybe sometime I will relate my experience with the 6 foot tall 350 lb girl from the internet.......anyway I am done ranting and raving. My new goal is to feel good, eat well and on occasion visit the gym. Because, honestly the 80 hours I dedicated to fitness, would have been otherwise used for sleep and "personal" time.

As usual

Go to hell