Fried day

Fried day, my favorite day. Today is the day I openly engage in consumption of fried foods.Especially fried fish. All you can eat goodness. This fact is directly responsible for the expansion of my waist line and the pain in my leg joints. I dont care. I love fried food so much, a cat turd dipped in beer batter sounds good enough to try. Waffle fires, steak fries, cod, perch, pollack, whatever. The waitstaff at my favorite troughs LOVE me with enthusiasm beyond description. I tip good and eat fast. My love of artery clogging comes from genes. A long line of big eaters. Im not ashamed. I love me. I loved me at 200 lbs. Ahh yes...200 lbs, 30 inch waist, I could run like a deer, hit like a dump truck and was agile.......I have never been agile. I have two directions, straight ahead and stop. Stop isnt a direction, so you get it. Yes, fried food , my not so secret lover has driven that man away. Now I still hit like a dump truck, but the deer days are over and I wont get into my waist line. If I didnt like to cook AND eat so much, its possible I could have maintained the 200 lb level, maybe. I often wonder how much age really has to do with overall fitness. Im not so old that I have trouble losing weight. A small change in portion size and diet yields instant results, and exercise puts it on turbo. Strange as it is, I dont feel the motivation, knowing Im well over optimum weight. I think its an overall contentment with life. I just dont feel bad about it. I guess good self image isnt something to complain about .It also helps I could care less what others really think also. Im pretty good about how I look in public, taking the time to look appropriate that is, so rudeness isnt ever an issue face to face. I have a perma-scowl I wear by nature, so I guess snickering at a giant meanie pants lookin like guy doesnt happen much. Im ok with that. I hate having to slap around rude people. Stopped out to the dads today to look over some finances and snapped a few pictures today, some blooms and a old pooch. Good wishes for everyone this weekend, I have a funeral tomorrow for a coworker of Jeni's that had a heart attack at work and died right there.Mike was 44 years old.Maybe Ill order a salad tonight.

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