Bring on 2012

Warning: This is not going to be the most inspiring "weight loss blog" you'll ever read but it's real and from the heart. I've got a lot to get off my chest.



I'm fat. There's no way around it (no pun intended). There's nothing more frustrating than having someone tell me, "Nah! You're just big boned". Stop lying to me because I'm not stupid.



2011 was a year that I'm extremely happy to see go. I can think of eight good days in total that happened last year. Two were in Los Angeles in August, three were in Vancouver for the Grey Cup in November, one was Christmas Day, one was New Year's Eve and one was June 15th when the Boston Bruins won the Stanley Cup. Everything else was pretty much garbage. 2012 represents a fresh start for me and I'm taking it very seriously.



I ended up breaking up with my first girlfriend ever of five and a half years in April and I blame it on my weight one hundred per cent. If she wasn't no longer physically attracted to me, then my weight was affecting my head and preventing me from being the partner I should and can be. Really, it's been affecting my head for a long time but I've really just failed myself by doing nothing about it.



The thing that bothers me the most is when girls or guys come up to me at the bar or anywhere and grab my "man boobs". It is certainly the most embarrassing in the entire world. If you think "bullying" stops after elementary school, you're sadly mistaken. Yeah...sticks and stones, right?



Maybe it's more important to get those people out of my life than a slice of cake.



I grow a beard every few months not only to keep warm but to hide my extremely round jaw line and double chin. I like to wear a giant Saskatchewan Roughriders jacket to give me a sense of protection and pride.



Eight years ago, I blew two discs in my back and had to learn how to walk all over again. For some reason, that wasn't enough to scare me into losing the weight. 2012 is the year when I finally make the change. I have never been thin so I don't really know how it feels, to be honest. I've always been a big guy but then I could actually move around...after hurting my back, that all changed and I pretty much gave up on myself.



I am NOT excited for the journey. I AM excited for the results. This will not be fun and it will never be. Maybe that's why I've never went through with losing weight. I am not going to count calories, try and get sponsors out of this, or run a marathon. I am doing it to add years to my life.



I honestly don't believe I can do it. If I can get ONE person other than my mother to believe in me, then I won't be so damn nervous about this goal. The K-Rock listeners are probably my best friends right now. They're there to call me a jerk when I'm being an ass, there to compliment me on a good song they haven't heard for a long time, and willing to call me up to talk about something more than just winning a prize. I appreciate that.



I know a lot of people that want to lose weight but think they can't. They're afraid. This year, I'm facing my fear and crushing it.







Waist: 48

Status: Embarrassing



Let's shave 8 numbers off of that by next year. No. I'm not going to shave my chest.