She hasn’t said “You’re fat, Fatty McFatass-Eatstoomuchenbberg”. But my girlfriend has kinda let me know she thinks I’m a little rotund.

Now I had started really jumping on the exercising bandwagon, and then I fell off. And by fell off, I mean I hurt my leg and then became a wuss. I kept thinking I was going to hurt my leg again and so boom, no more running for me!

Soon after I started dayjobbin’ and then the idea of running after work seemed insane. Why would I POSSIBLY do that after a 9 hour work day?

Then my G/F called me fat.

Now she’ll argue that she hasn’t done such at thing. “You’re adorable” she says. “I just want you healthy” she says. And I won’t even argue this particular points. But in the end she still called me fat. Now I heard that someone out there (beloved won’t tell me who, or better yet I don’t remember who it was) says that she stopped reading my blog when I started talking about my weight and trying to get on the healthy bandwagon. “If I want to hear someone complaining about being fat I can talk to my g/f’s” she said. I would argue you’re g/f’s aren’t as amusing as me, and I’m almost positive that they aren’t 6 foot talk black men.

Hence making it different. HELLOOOOO.

This blog is really about my obsessions at the moment. I get it out of my system that way. No fad on this thing ever lasts more than a week or 2. If you don’t like my current flow, come back in a week and then I’ll be obsessing over something else. Relax. E. J. Dubs keeps it movin’ baby…

What the hell was that last line?

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