Confessions of a Fat Kid (Adult)

Fat babyI was a skinny kid up until nine years old when something, I’m not sure what, happened. I started getting air tanks (love handles didn’t seem appropriate at the time) and a gut. Man boobs came shortly thereafter.

Over the years I found myself more and more immersed in the life of a fat kid. This post is not a sob story about how I was teased at school or even about how I ate because I was unhappy and I was unhappy because I ate. No, this post takes an honest look at the mistakes that I made with my health when I was younger and now as an adult. Over the years I formed many bad habits and lifestyle patterns. Here they are.

Childhood

Adulthood

The above patterns and habits are just a slice of what I need to change. As my journey through this process of self improvement continues, I’ll be sure to let you know what habits I come to recognize and how I break them.

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