At some point, I realized my weight was effecting my life.

There’s a huge denial cortex in the brain of every fat person.
“I’m healthy so it doesn’t matter”
“I’m happy now so it doesn’t matter”
“Who has time”

The list goes on and on. It’s bullshit.

Being fat sucks. Being a little fat sucks less than being a lot fat, but it still sucks.

It’s a literal, actual first world problem. It seems trivial but isn’t.

About a year ago and half ago, I realized that it was really, really something I wanted to change, and change for life.

I started slow, with learning, and with measurement of my current state with the best tools I had to hand.

A year later, I have lost and kept off 40 some pounds. Which still leaves me fat, by the standards of any reasonable person.

I am full of thought on this. Full. And it FOR SURE changes the main focuses of this blog. It challenges my work, my cards, my comedy, my writing. It will impact how much I get to enjoy things which, subconsciously, I have chosen as pursuits because they can be late life second careers…second careers aren’t much good if you’re fucking dead. Fact.

So this is, in part, going to become my space for that.