Saturday, January 08, 2005
A life of living large.
My closest friends had begun to date and I deemed it necessary to do likewise. It wasn’t that I was so crazy about girls, I merely wanted maintain the status quo relationships that I had already established within my peer group. My real concern for being overweight should have been guided by the reality of the damage it was doing to my health as opposed to being channeled by shallow vanity. It took forty years of living large, the onset high blood pressure, a bout with periodic episodes of blurred vision and a caring physician who asked me, “Have you picked out a coffin yet?” before I began to look for a way out of the fat trap.