If my fat could sing,
I’ll be a huge chorus.
If my fat could fight,
I’ll be the Army.
If my fat could kill,
I’ll be George W Bush.
If my fat would go away,
I’ll be a cunt.
If my fat would become muscles,
I’ll be a CUNT;
If I’m hot and muscular,
Fuck the rest of the world.
It’ll all be me me me.
And I’m not even kidding.
I guess the world needs a better person,
That’s why I’m fat.

~ bitter fat fatigue

This is for your Steve whore.
I can grab my fat and put it up my face.
I haven’t weighed myself. Feeling not so fat, but I know I am.
Exercise has been history for me. Such a whore I am.

I came back to a bunch of work. A lot of stuff going on.

Barely have time to even think about eating. Last week was a mess. Didn’t eat very much or properly. Didn’t binge however. And didn’t really eat unhealthy stuff. For two days I had to survived lunch by munching on apples. That sort of thing.
My brother told me he has lost all the weight he gain on the ship. I haven’t weighed myself since the time after the cruise (197 lbs). I didn’t particularly feel thin. But not too fat either.

Didn’t get to exercise at all. I am still at my peak. I need to get into the 180’s in October, otherwise, I’d be a fat pig going back to Malaysia to celebrate Chinese New Year, which ironically is the year of the Boar, which doesn’t sound as fat as a Pig. Asian people, my family, my friends, mostly think that I’m fat.

I sometimes feel bad whining about my fat. I know there are people who have more to lose. I know Andy does. I know Vincent does. What about you Mike? Based on my 197 lbs mark, I want to lose, fuck, 20-30 lbs. But I shouldn’t feel bad. The last 20 to 30 sometimes are the bitches. And we all connect by fat.
On Archer Radio today, I heard him talking about using the “I’m fat” as a defense mechanism. A way of telling the world that I’m fat, so that people know that I realize I am fat, and mostly, when people tell me I’m fat. It doesn’t hurt as much, because I am already telling myself that.

Sounded kinda sad. But that’s the truth.

Andy: That’s why we’re doing it together. I know exactly how you feel. Yes, you have more to lose than I do. But our struggles are the same in a way. I think being aware of your fat is good. Being obessed with it is not. I do both. Ultimately, it’s your health. Well, looks too, but that’s the bonus. Now I’ll tell you my stories.

I weight a bit over 197 lbs this morning. More than before my trip. That’s to be expected. I thought I was going to put on 10 to 15 lbs. That’s probably not possible. But I did feel fat the whole time I was on the cruise.

Now, I posted on Ongline Podcast that become thin and young by comparison when I was on the cruise ship. But that was comparing myself with people thirty to fourty years older than me. This is what I found during the trip at Ketchikan, Alaska, which I thought was quite apt.

Am I obsessed with my being fat? Yes. Am I fat? Yes. It’s not easy as some think. It’s not always laziness. For me, laziness is a part of it. But not entirely true.

I went to the gym and did a 35-minute session of cardio 5 days out of the 7 days on the cruise. And still gained 3 to 4 lbs. I can only imagine without those exercise. The sad thing is, that’s more exercise than I did for the last two years. Yes, it’s terrible. I’m working on it. It’s a matter of choice. And I chose the easy way out, which is not to think about it. I chose the easy way out, which is not to get up and exercise. I chose my path. I have to re-select my new path. Hopefully a thinner one.

Now that I’m back to my regular routine. Workout seems impossible again. But I’ll try my best. Hopefully to be inspired by the others here, and inspire the others here if I’m good.

Andy. Small steps. Tiny little goals. I think the get into the routine is harder than doing it. If it’s small little exercise, even when we’re busy we think we can handle it. Even starting at five to ten minutes would be better than nothing. I’m trying to work two to three days into my week for some kind of exercise. While watching my diet, sensibly. I’ll talk about food next time. I’m hungry, gotta get a candy…just kidding.

Work that fat whores!

My exercise today was taking the steps to go to my car after work. Four stories. I could have taken the elevator. But I chose the stairs. Oops, my only exercise. I started the day at 7:30am, came back home at 10:15PM. Busy whore, exercise is a chore.
You read about my lunch. Dinner was left over Chinese porridge and a bit of egg salad. I am more of a portion control dieter now, and trying to do more exercise. I’m trying to get into the routine of getting 3 days a week of exercise. I’m sitting on the floor, and my fat on my tummy and my side bunched up like rolls of fat mountains. Good night.

I’m fat again this morning. Sometime I look into the mirror, I feel thin, and I look thinner. Well, not thin, but not fat. This morning I loooked fat. And the scale said I’m fat too. 192.8 lbs.

I had a snack bar for breakfast. And I’m having my curry chicken salad with fruit. I ordered a chicken stirfry salad, but don’t know what got mixed up there. But it’s good. Nice portion for me now. Not too big.

My legs are still sore from running and walking yesterday.

It doesn’t matter how much we have to lose. Andy, Mike, and I covers all the spectrum. 190’s 200’s, and 300’s. But I’m sure we can all connect in many ways.

Andy’s salad has too much dressing!!! I told you not to drown the salad with dressing!

Of course, many of us cope our weight problems with jokes and laughters. But I know this is not a laughing matter. But that is not going to stop me from laughing about my own fat, while I get myself back on track.

Since I am older than Mike and Andy, my motivation is mostly coming from health. Yes, I am in my thirties, 32, and losing weight is so much harder, like Andy said, in your thirties. Looking better would be nice. I admit I’m vein. Who isn’t? Whores! But health comes first for me for the first time.

Andy and Mike, we’ll walk the fat track together, and hopefully, sometime in the future, we’ll be healthier, lighter, fitter, and happier.

Okay, I’m John. I’m Asian. But I’m fat. With my height of 5′11.5″, yeah I like precision, my maximum weight is 175-ish before being overweight. I am now about 192 lbs.
I want to be about 170 lbs by February 2007. If I can lose ore by then, great, I’ll eat more when I go back to Malaysia (February 2007).

I’ll be blogging about what I ate, what I did as far as physical activities. My progress, or lack of, or put on more, or frustration, all those good stuff.

Andy, I’m waiting to see your post soon.