Saturday, March 31st, 2007
I can’t find anything to wear anymore. Being a guy, I don’t go shopping very often and rarely ever buy clothes. But I still do get clothes from my wife or as presents from friends and family. And these clothes are pretty darn nice. Most are designer brand names and/or trendy and fashionable threads that would make any celebrity look hot! Unfortunately, I’m no celebrity and my body structure isn’t that of a model or celebrity. And for some reason or another, most of my clothes in my closets are size Medium (probably from denial) when I really should be a Large (or…gasp…even an XL).
Luckily, I work from home and so I can sport an oversized T-shirt or comfy hooded sweatshirt. But for the times that I have to go out and impress…or even just run an errand and want to look somewhat decent, I can’t seem to find anything that fits. So then I wonder (rather erroneously), how in the world did all my clothes shrink?
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Friday, March 30th, 2007
Back in college I was this relatively thin guy who could eat whatever, whenever. Steak burritos at 2am accompanied by an extra large Orange Bang was no problem at all. My friend “fast metabolism” took care of it and that was the end of that. Let me know when this story begins to sound familiar to all of you…
Fast forward to 5 years of marriage and a newborn baby and it’s a whole new ball game. Late night snacks are a thing of the past, counting calories is the thing to do, and my best friend “fast metabolism” has ditched me for someone younger.
The funny thing is that no matter where I go, people don’t say I’m chubby or that I’m fat. No, they just say that I’m happy. Example…within 6 months of being married I probably put on a good 10 pounds. Boy was I getting fat I told people…and they rebutted by saying, “No, you’re just happy to be married” (insert joke here married guys!).
The fact is that I’ve gotten the “happy” thing quite a lot over the years. Oh, you’re just happy because you’re married to a beautiful, loving wife. You’re not chubs, you’re just happy because you just bought a new house. And, you’re not fat at all…you’re just happy because your wife is pregnant.
Well I’ve come to accept that when people say I’m happy, they’re just really trying to say that I’m fat. And after having my weight reach near record levels, I’m going to do something about it. I’m going to diet and workout and keep track of my progress here. Along the way, I hope to get inspiration from all of you and, in return, hope to inspire some of you guys as well. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
In the end, I still hope that people say I’m a HappyAsianGuy…but happy for the smile on my face, not for my double chin and the rolls on my stomach.
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