I Promise

You know, it sucks being fat. I can't think of one good thing about being fat, except that it's pretty easy to do. You basically eat what you want and then....that's it. You get to be fat. Pretty awesomely lame.

If I was single and had no children, I wouldn't care so much. The fact is I am married to a beautiful woman, I have two awesome kids, and I do care. I have eaten my way into leaving them at a young age with no husband or father. Don't get me wrong, I haven't received any bad medical news...but it's pretty obvious I'm headed down a slippery slope. I get winded too easily, most of my clothes don't fit, and I feel generally crappy.

Being heavy is not the way I want the boys to see me. I am the boys body model, and if they think this is OK, then I am failing them. That thought rips me up. I want them to grow up healthy and strong. It's a good thing they have Cindy's skinny genes thrown in. They are both strong healthy kids. No worries yet. If they see me being so unhealthy though, sooner or later they are going to start thinking that is how they should be. Oh hell no.

As of two days ago I am doing something about it. I started back on the ol' Atkins plan. Four years ago I lost what I needed to through Atkins and a good amount of exercise. The motivation then was the Army, now it is my family. It is the only thing that will work for me. I have tried cutting back on sugar and carbs in general...but I am an addict. If I have a little, I will always have more. Always. I have gained all that I had lost, just because I let myself backslide for a while, and then turned that into a full on belly flop into the pool of obesity.

So boys (and Cindy) I promise you I will lose it all and get in great shape, not for me...but for you. You know I don't break promises to you so this is it. Mark it in stone. I love you guys too much to let you down. I may be a Grumpasaurus Rex for a few days, but it'll get better. I promise.