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| − | I can’t enjoy a cup of coffee with my wife at the new coffee place around the corner because their plastic chairs won’t be able to support my frame.
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| − | I can’t go shopping because there is nothing in my size, I wear clothes like my grandfather used to, since I have to have it custom made.
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| − | I can’t go go-carting with my son, as I won’t fit in one.
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| − | I cannot take a Jeepney, because I won’t get through the door.
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| − | I can’t have lunch with my family at the dining room table because the chairs are too hard for my weight.
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| − | I can’t go for a walk with my wife, because I can barely move anymore.
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| − | I suffer from joint pains, back pains, high blood pressure and respiratory misfires, and eczema under my belly and breast folds (which are unfortunately quite smelly, too).
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| − | So I have to stop and ask myself, besides the horror scenario that my life has become, the even greater threat here is the questions – where am I heading? Will I be dead within 10 years, will I be unable to get up in the morning by myself at all within the next 5? Do I really want this to be my life? Can I really allow this to be my life?
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| − | The answer is not hard to guess – NO I CAN NOT CONTINUE ON THIS PATH.
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| − | But how did I get here? Am I stupid after all? Where was my head while my ass was competing in size with the cattle that my beloved hamburgers are made off?
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| − | The answer is a simple one. There is the usual path – young man, athletic, active and successful – what my wife likes to call an alpha male.
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| − | We alpha males leave big footprints. We work hard, we play hard, we eat like men and we shit like horses! Yes that is the way it is – fact is men do not compare penis sizes half as often as you would think – no it is the size of your offering to the ceramic gods that determines a real man. And how did I get there? Well let me tell you, at an average night out with my fellow buds, we would have a pizza for starters (each of us of course, not together!) a main course with a decent size slice of prime meat with some pasta on the side, the obligatory salad or vegetables for decoration and of course a plate of assorted cheeses to close the stomach. We would wash it down with some red wine and a few (dozen) beers. Because we are real men! While I was in my twenties and would spend my days on the soccer fields and running in the mornings, that was doable. It turned out to be a completely different story when I started wearing suits and spent my days at my desk or with clients in restaurants. Soccer became a sole entity in my life, confined to the screen of my TV.
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| − | So yes, a real guy puts on weight, it’s a given, and bottom line is well it is all paid for, right? I am a provider! So somewhere along the road instead of eating to live I started living to eat. [http://adios-adipose.com organic food]
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