Physical Fatness

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If you're like me, the first thing you noticed was my ragin' pair of man-boobs, or moobs as the kids call them. You know that guy at work that always seems to know when food's around and shows up with a plate and fork? Or the guy that you email when you have half a sandwich left that you don't want to eat, and you don't want to waste, and you know he'll eat it. That's me. I'm the devourer. If there's free food, I'll eat it. Even if it's mediocre at best. And my reward for preventing waste? Moobs. Oh yeah, and that sweet gut.

Here's more evidence...

There was one point on my mission that I thought I was at my fattest. I couldn't believe I weighed over 200 lbs. Looking at pictures now, I think all of the fat was in my face. So my companion and I did slim fast and I lost 25 lbs. I went from this to this.

Sweet hair, right? I thought two hundo was my limit. But, here I am, thirty lbs above my fattest mission weight. I gained most of the extra when Shalene was pregnant with Max. "Sympathy weight" is what the women I work with call it. I'd say also have "sympathy stretch marks," but Sha didn't get any. So I just call them fattle scars. 

We've been on this weird diet this week and I've already lost 10 lbs. I can't really tell the difference when I squeeze into the last hole on my belt still, but once we can start running again it'll get better. I say we, because letting Sha recover from childbirth is my excuse to procrastinate. Nothing is worse than the first two weeks of running. 

But running got me here once:

So it's worth it. So is that mustache. And yes, I used to shave my chest sometimes. Don't judge.