Making Things Happen: My Fat Ass Is Smaller, Baby
It is hot out today. I'm not just talking about the shirts on Broadway. Going down to 67 this week. Warm weather. I've worked my ass off. That's what I do. The better the weather, the more I work. I manage construction projects. Parts of them anyway. My ass is one tired rear end. I am losing weight. To work, I gotta eat a lot. I burn it off. Eat a lot. More than the winter. I counted. 2500-3000 calories a day easy. Still tired. Lift wood, tools, shove and grunt all day. It all evened out, except I was tired. No help I'm up at 3:00 am to get to some jobs. I got a buddy who tells me that is all I need to do to lose some of my sweet ass and love handles. Yeah, right. Work is exercise but it isn't aerobic. I asked around. Only fat people told me I didn't need to exercise. I walk hard when I can. An hour of I can. Ten minutes if that is all I got. Five pounds gone since I posted last month. That's right. Damn straight, oh you chubbies. While you wer...
