I got us a Peloton for Christmas. It wasn’t like: ‘Hey bitch, you’re fat.’ Nothing like that. It was my wife who wanted it for the both of us. I used it all the time for the first month. I was on it every morning. Dog labrador and she lived happily ever after poster. But then I quit, and now it’s turned into a $2300 coat rack. That’s how it always goes. Every two years I’ll lose thirty pounds, then it all comes back. Things will get busy at work and I’ll fall into old habits. Right now I’m heavier than I’ve ever been. And I’ll probably be even heavier next time you see me. I’m stressed out by it. I wake up sweating in the middle of the night. What if I can never get to where I need to be?
Dog labrador and she lived happily ever after poster
The doctor’s already told me that my cholesterol is high. At this rate, I’ll be lucky if I make it to 50. What would happen to my wife and kids? We have some money, but not enough. Dog labrador and she lived happily ever after poster. Every time I fail at a diet, I wonder if I should stop trying. I think: ‘Maybe this is just who I am. Maybe I should get comfortable with it.’ And that will make me feel better for a second, but the anxiety always returns. Because in the back of my mind I know that comfortable means dead.